Chapter 450: Fatal Evidence: Photos of Fang Hao's Crime?

The scene.

John fell silent.

He stood dazed for a long time.

Only then did he smile and look at the sword before Fang Hao: "I won't take it."

Fang Hao wore a look of earnestness:

"Eh? Isn't there no danger? Why won't you take it?"

John was stunned.

Damn it...

He forgot this was the scene.

When he used to write articles, the real person wasn't even present, so there was no chance to refute.

Now that he himself said the cold qi wasn't fatal...

The other person directly asked him to try it personally.

How could he try?

This was definitely a life-threatening undertaking!

Before the camera.

Fang Hao kept handing the sword to John.

John kept backing away.

His scalp went numb.

Finally.

That sword successfully ended up in John's hand.

"You..."

"How did you shove it into my hand..."

John looked at the precious sword in his hand with a numb scalp.

The next moment.

Accompanied by a heart-rending pain.

John let out a miserable cry—

"Ahhh!!!!"

The cold qi, carrying ice shards, slowly spread up his arm.

At this moment.

John deeply felt despair.

That bone-piercing chill and needle-prick-like pain.

Made John feel the breath of death.

And this time.

The cold qi eroded deeper than it had with Bei Yuan Cangjie.

And Fang Hao merely watched calmly.

From beginning to end.

He had no intention of making a move.

John began to feel his head grow cold.

His heart felt waves of needle-prick-like pain.

Slowly...

His breathing also became uneven.

He felt that what he exhaled was all bone-piercing cold qi.

His body's interior also began to slowly stiffen.

In the live stream.

Fang Hao smiled, watching the scene before him.

He didn't move a muscle.

Finally.

John stopped moving.

His entire body had become as stiff as black ice, bone-piercingly cold.

Before the camera.

He, having lost his balance, slowly fell down.

His body seemed to have lost its softness.

After tottering about, he fell straight onto his back.

And then...

A terrible thing happened.

His entire body was as brittle as porcelain, terrifyingly so...

It actually exploded and shattered into pieces!

The scene was covered in a mess of bloody ice shards.

Bones, organs, blood...

All turned into ice blocks, shattered and scattered everywhere.

"Sigh..."

"Mr. John died to uphold his own opinion."

"He was a great man."

"Mr. John's death was meaningful."

"On one hand, he proved his courage and showed everyone his determination to seek the truth."

"On the other hand..."

"He also used his life to prove that the cold air is truly lethal."

At the scene.

Fang Hao's expression was extremely calm.

Looking at the frozen minced meat scattered all over the ground.

He seemed to have known all of this beforehand.