Kyle's voice was crisp and sharp.
Nathaniel's calm smile finally fell. In the next moment, he was already in front of Kyle's kneeling form, staring into his eyes, his fingers tightening around his neck.
The other Rulers mentally lit a candle for Kyle—this arrogant man still had the gall to continue running his damn mouth despite his grim state! It was as if he felt no fear!
Nathaniel's voice was hoarse as he finally revealed his true nature, hidden behind the calm smile. Every word he uttered dripped with venom, sending a chill through the air as if even the very atmosphere feared him.
"You really know how to run your mouth."
But he didn't snap Kyle's neck. After all, that would have been far too merciful a death. It also wouldn't extinguish the flames burning in his heart. Instead, he grabbed him by the hair, slamming the head that had dared to stay held high all this time into the ground.
The impact reverberated through the air with a loud bang as the land splintered.
