Mu Huaqing's Death!
"Junior Brother, come back with me... Return to the mountains and cultivate in peace..."
Mu Huaqing lay on the ground, covered in blood. When he saw Li Yuanzong approaching, his expression grew agitated, and he called out weakly.
"Mu Huaqing, I'm not like you! You knew your talent was lacking and that you couldn't become the Holy Son, so you voluntarily relinquished the position of Holy Son!"
"But I'm different! My becoming the Holy Son is ordained by Heaven. The sect is unjust, and Master is heartless. They want me to give up everything!"
"By killing you today, I'll sever all ties of gratitude with the Tianshui Sect. From now on, whenever I see the Tianshui Sect's disciples again, there will be only hatred, not gratitude!"
Mu Huaqing glared at Li Yuanzong with wide, furious eyes, unable to believe that such words had come from his mouth.
Li Yuanzong slowly drew a longsword. An icy, bone-piercing gleam shimmered along its blade as he viciously thrust it toward Mu Huaqing's heart.
His face was filled with ruthlessness and indifference. With one stab, he pierced through Mu Huaqing's heart and soul.
"Ugh..."
Even at the moment of his death, Mu Huaqing could hardly believe that after dominating the world for so long, he had actually died at the hands of his own junior brother.
The longsword pierced his body, and blood gushed forth like a broken dam. The life force in Mu Huaqing's body quickly faded, and his eyes turned utterly gray and lifeless.
A generation's genius of the Tianshui Sect, Mu Huaqing, had fallen just like that.
Li Yuanzong pulled out his longsword, walked toward the Old Daoist, and said, "Master, let's go. Let's return to the Heaven and Earth Gate!"
"Good, good, good. Disciple, let's go." The