Slaying the Old Villain, Sharing a Pillow on a Fine Night

Even before Wen Changying arrived, Wei Tu had already considered killing Lü Xiqing. He was no good man himself; how could he tolerate that old bastard's veiled threats?

The only difficulty was how to handle the relationship between himself and the Dingling Sect after killing Lü Xiqing.

But now, with Wen Changying's request, he no longer had any reservations about killing Lü Xiqing.

"Since Sister Changying has made this request, then that old villain's head should fall."

Wei Tu nodded and said with a light laugh.

As soon as he finished speaking, he swept his sleeve. A streak of azure Sword Qi flew from within it, passing directly through the stone doorway separating the inner and outer halls, and descended upon the neck of Lü Xiqing, who was anxiously pacing the outer hall.

A humming sword cry rang out.

The next instant, Lü Xiqing's miserable shriek came from the outer hall, followed by the crisp thud of a head striking the ground.

"Dead?"

Wen Changying stood stunned.

She had thought that Wei Tu would most likely agree to her request. Lü Xiqing had disgusted her beyond endurance, and a powerful figure like Wei Tu would not tolerate Lü Xiqing's frantic antics either.

But she had never imagined that Lü Xiqing's death would be so effortless, so simple.

One streak of Sword Qi flew forth, and his head had already fallen.

There was great terror between life and death.

Facing Lü Xiqing, whose lifespan was nearly exhausted, had driven him to act irrationally. And when she saw Lü Xiqing die so abruptly... fear welled up in her heart in that instant as well.

That fear held both the sorrow of a fox grieving when the rabbit died, and awe at the "uncontrollable" strength of Wei Tu.

—She had grown accustomed to