Head Rolled

"That will do, pig," the voice spoke again, with chilling calmness. Interrupted, Yun Feng went silent.

All eyes pivoted toward Wuyi, who had risen to his feet. His voice carried a depth and emotionlessness, "Since this was a duty and not personal, I will make it painless for you."

A collective shiver ran through the crowd, most acutely through Yun Feng. The confidence in Wuyi's voice bore deep surety, a surety that only very powerful members of the clan had when they spoke because they knew they were too strong and could crush him like an ant.

Congming and Lady Meixiu both frowned. Every Qi warrior present had fear on their faces. When Wuyi spoke, they all understood the boy was being sincere when he said it would be painless, and he was showing kindness. They all wondered what unseen force lent such confidence to the boy.

Before Yun Feng could respond or think of a response, his head rolled, separated from his body.