The white-haired elder’s face darkened.
The temperature in the entire hall instantly dropped by more than ten degrees. This was no joke; it truly dropped by more than ten degrees.
Celestial Realm Martial Artists can only communicate with the Power of Heaven and Earth; they cannot alter the environment between heaven and earth, turning a cloudless sky into one densely shrouded with clouds, accompanied by lightning and thunder. A torrential downpour followed by clear skies in the next moment.
However, this elder cultivated a Supreme-level Ice Heart Technique, the Profound Nether True Skill, which produces inner strength that is extremely cold and yin. Even if a little is released from his body, it can reduce the surrounding environment by ten or twenty degrees, lowering to several tens below zero is commonplace.
Everyone in the room couldn’t help but shiver.
The outside cold felt like a venomous snake, penetrating the bones, even their divine souls were trembling.
"If no one speaks, then we can just continue like this."
The white-haired elder said coldly, a hint of killing intent in his eyes.
Indeed, these people before him were his juniors.
But, generations apart, the blood relation faded inconceivably far. Even if these people were killed, he wouldn’t mourn. Instead, he’d be furious—who dared act against the Qin Family?
Within mere seconds, the room’s temperature had already dropped to ten or twenty degrees below zero.
The tea on the coffee table was completely frozen.
Everyone’s eyebrows and eyelids were covered with a layer of frost.
"Old, Old Ancestor..."
Someone stammered, "We, we have just received the news, and haven’t had time to inform you."
"Is that so?"
The white-haired elder looked at the person speaking.
"Y-yes, Old Ancestor."
The man hugged his arms, trembling.
He had already driven all his inner strength to counteract the pervasive cold, but it was futile. If it continued any longer, he felt his internal organs would be completely frozen.
"Such audacity!"
The white-haired elder yelled, "At this point, you still lie."
After that, he flicked his fingers, and a flash of white light passed. The speaking man instantly turned into an ice sculpture, and then, with a bang, exploded.
Instantly, the ground was covered in ice shards, and within them, the corpse of the man.
Everyone stared, unable to react to what had just happened.
Until a scream rang out, they awoke as if from a dream, one by one, looking at the shattered fragments, their bodies feeling like plunging into an ice cellar.
Obviously, the person was dead, and not even whole.
Yet just a few seconds ago, he had been standing before them speaking.
As for the one who killed him, naturally, it was the elder seated in the chair.
"I said, don’t conceal or deceive me. Your tricks mean nothing in front of me."
The white-haired elder snorted coldly, eyes full of scorn.
As if he had just killed not a person, but a dog.
"Old Ancestor, spare us! Old Ancestor, spare us!"
"Old Ancestor, have mercy, I truly didn’t know."
Prayers for mercy rang out.
Everyone knelt in unison, desperately kowtowing on the floor.
Many did this so frantically that they didn’t realize their heads were bleeding.
Because before them was the Old Ancestor of the Qin Family; not to mention killing one person, even if everyone here was killed, no one in the family would dare utter a word.
"Old Ancestor, I’ll speak, I’ll tell you everything."
Some spoke.
Speaking out held a glimmer of survival.
Not speaking could mean freezing to death here, which was too tragic.
"Now you want to speak? What were you doing before?"
The white-haired elder flicked his fingers again, several flashes of white light flew out.
Upon closer inspection, they were not flashes of light, but fingernail-sized ice shards. The moment they touched the human body, it was encased in ice, and then, bang, exploded.
Seeing this, no one dared speak anymore.
Was this the Elder they had always deeply respected?
This was clearly a murderous demon!
But they only dared think this in their hearts.
"Hum."
The white-haired elder looked expressionlessly at the ice fragments on the ground, then turned his gaze to the remaining people, and said, "This time is just a small punishment to let you know the consequences of defying my words. If it happens again, none of you will leave here alive today."
"No more, no more, Ancestor, spare us!"
"Ancestor, spare us, we’ll tell you everything."
"Ancestor, we admit our mistakes."
Everyone exhaled in relief but still desperately pleaded for mercy.
Who could know if the elder’s words would be taken back the next moment?
"Stand up."
The white-haired elder said indifferently.
As his words fell, the chill in the hall gradually disappeared.
Only then did everyone dare rise, discovering they were drenched in cold sweat, as if they’ve just bathed in water.
"Speak, what is going on."
The elder’s voice rang out.
"Reporting..."
Several voices spoke at once.
The speakers looked at each other, unsure whether to continue.
"You speak."
The white-haired elder casually pointed to one of them.
"Yes, Ancestor."
The man pointed at felt his heart skip a beat.
Because he recalled those corpses on the ground, killed after being pointed at by the elder.
He licked his lips, composed his thoughts, glanced at the elder and quickly lowered his head, staring at the floor, "It, it’s like this, Ancestor, one or two days ago, we lost contact with the Patriarch and others."