That the Forbidden Emperor could not be allowed to rise!" The last words were a choked, terrified confession, the ancient, secret title ripped from his subconscious by Jian’s terrifying probe.
Jian’s eyes, burning behind the mask, flared with satisfaction. Forbidden Emperor. So, the sect still held faint echoes of his mother’s lineage. Ling Tian’s paranoia was well-founded, even if he didn't fully understand its depths.
He twisted the belati, not into the artery, but enough to draw a single, thin line of blood across Han Zo’s throat. Just a touch.
"You have served your purpose," Jian declared, his voice cold and final. He withdrew the belati, its tip now stained with Han Zo’s own blood. He made a subtle, final push of Aura Dominasi, a focused psychic shockwave that severed Han Zo's cons
