The void froze, trapping Xiao Hen in place as well.
Xu Zimei extended his hand and, under Xiao Hen's horrified gaze, lightly pinched the broad blade in his hand.
With just a gentle pinch, two deep fingerprints appeared on the blade's edge.
Xiao Hen's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Why would you throw your life away like this?" Xu Zimei murmured.
Xiao Hen wanted to speak, but no sound came out when he opened his mouth.
Xu Zimei reached out and grabbed Xiao Hen's neck tightly, pulling him out of the frozen void.
It was like a fish being dragged out of a drying riverbed, gasping desperately for air.
Xiao Hen started to shout frantically.
"You can't kill me, you can't kill me!"
"Why not?" Xu Zimei asked mockingly.
"My brother is Xiao Tian, one of the Nine Ghosts," Xiao Hen quickly responded.
"Do you know what the Nine Ghosts signify? The future successors of the Ghost God lineage."
"I neither know nor care," Xu Zimei replied with a faint smile.
