"You!"
The young man from the Yuwen Family heard this, fury surged within him, a trace of cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly:
"It seems you're refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit. I, as the king..."
Before he finished speaking, a blood hole appeared on his throat.
A light yellow jade stone crystal suddenly coalesced, shot out, its tip incredibly sharp, and fast as lightning, instantly piercing through his throat.
Until his death, he never sensed how this magic was unleashed.
"How dare you..."
The young man from the Yuwen Family staggered back a couple of steps, holding his throat, making a "hoho" sound, his eyes showing shock and reluctance, his body fell backward helplessly.
Zhang Yao slowly withdrew his finger, looked at the corpse of the young man lying on the ground, and said casually:
"I originally didn't plan to bother with you."
"But since you provoked me, you can only blame yourself for your bad luck."
