Yun Zhao moved very slowly, not missing an inch, as if he was treating the most affectionate person.
Time passed minute by minute, and the hall was silent.
Xuanyuan Che just stood in the center of the hall and watched, neither sarcastic nor comforting.
Slowly touch from the head of the dragon chair to the feet of the dragon chair.
After caressing the last inch of the dragon chair, Yun Zhao suddenly stood up, drew his sword with his backhand, and struck the high dragon chair with one strike at extremely fast speed.
"Bang." A very clear cracking sound was heard.
The Dragon Chair of the Snow Holy Kingdom stood in front of Yun Zhao and had stood in this position for hundreds of years. It symbolized the existence of the Snow Holy Kingdom.
In Yun Zhao's full sword strike, the sword was cut into two pieces.
Then it fell apart and fell into pieces.
The highest position of power in the Snow Holy Kingdom was shattered and annihilated in a flash of white light.
After destroying the dragon chair of the Snow Saint Kingdom that symbolized everything with one sword, Yun Zhao turned around with a swish sound, and his eyes that were so unimpressed that he could no longer see any expression, looked straight into Xuanyuan Che's eyes.
And, Xuanyuan Che, who had been silent until now, also met Yun Zhao's gaze.
The two looked at each other, sparks flying.
"Where are my father, the queen, and my people?"
Cold and indifferent, Yun Zhao looked at Xuanyuan Che and said coldly.
Xuanyuan Che met Yun Zhao's eyes and said with the same coldness: "That's up to you."
It sounded like an incomprehensible answer, but Yun Zhao understood it.
There was a hint of sarcasm in those always beautiful and sunny eyes.
Yun Zhao nodded directly and said: "Okay."
After the word "good" fell, Yun Zhao's backhand was a sword. It came very quickly and wiped it on his neck.
Xuanyuan Che's face suddenly darkened when he saw it, and he stepped forward in a flash.
He stretched out his five fingers and grabbed the long sword that Yun Zhao wiped around his neck as fast as lightning.
Yun Zhao has extremely high martial arts skills, and the sword he used to kill himself with all his strength was even faster.
Even with Xuanyuan Che's amazing ability, he was not allowed to make a choice and only had time to grab the blade.
Bright red blood immediately dripped down Xuanyuan Che's palm.
Drop by drop of brilliance reflects on the white marble ground under your feet.