Mr. Wu dug out his own heart and died.
The Wolf-Head Xun fell silent. The surrounding "werewolves," having lost Mr. Wu's control, saw their flesh and skin degenerate as they reverted to human form and collapsed in scattered heaps across the ground.
Mo Hua looked at Elder Zhao. It was still that fair, picturesque face, still those clear, innocent eyes, yet they sent a faint chill through Elder Zhao's heart.
At the same time, Elder Zhao understood what Mo Hua meant.
Mo Hua wanted him to kill.
Leaning on his Wolf Pattern longsword, Elder Zhao rose to his feet and drove the last of his Golden Core lingli into a sword thrust at the Azure Wolf Sect Master not far away.
The Azure Wolf Sect Master had been crippled by Array Disintegration, losing the use of an arm and a leg. Even fighting desperately, he was no match for Elder Zhao.
Not to mention that Mo Hua had shaken him to the core.
Whenever he thought of Mo Hua—like a demon that bewitched hearts, needing only a single sentence to make Mr. Wu take his own life—the Azure Wolf Sect Master shuddered from head to toe, as though he had fallen into an icy abyss.
He struggled desperately for only a few dozen exchanges before Elder Zhao's sword pierced his heart meridian, after which his throat was cut.
A Sect Master who, only moments ago, had been stirring up winds and clouds in Azure Wolf City, throwing his weight around and acting with impunity, was now beheaded and dead on the spot.
A lifetime of glory could crumble between dawn and dusk.
Elder Zhao had never held much affection for the Azure Wolf Sect Master.
Yet seeing him die beneath his own sword, his life's achievements ruined in an instant