"But how are we going to answer to Old Immortal?"
"We can't worry about that much. By then, there'll be no witnesses left. Even if Old Immortal gets furious, I can simply deny it. Hong Hai'er has killed countless people. Who knows which enemy finally killed him? It's better to silence him than let him run his mouth. That way, the impact on the Song Clan will be smaller."
A murderous glint surfaced in Song Fuxiao's eyes. "Then kill Hong Hai'er."
Song Yu looked at Song Fuxiao. "Fuxiao, you and I are as close as brothers, and you're the person I trust most at my side. You're also my most capable aide. That's why I can only ask you to handle this. If I did it myself and left any clues behind, it would be difficult to clean up afterward."
"It's my duty." Song Fuxiao cupped his fists.
Song Yu gave Song Fuxiao's shoulder a hard pat. "My life and death are in your hands, Fuxiao. I'll await your triumphant return."
"Yes, General." Song Fuxiao bowed. "I absolutely won't disappoint you."
"When Hong Hai'er dies, that will be the day Zhu Yuren betrays the country. We'll work together from within and without, then set out."
"Yes, General." Song Fuxiao bowed deeply, turned around, and walked outside.
"Zhu Yuren, Hong Hai'er, and Li Mu Yang..." Song Yu clenched both fists. His entire body roiled with surging force, making his clothes billow high. The jade crown on his head shattered into powder, and his white hair streamed in the wind. "I'll make sure every one of you dies a miserable death."
At that moment, a god of slaughter descended upon the world.
The Yan Residence. The dungeon.
Ever since Zhu Yuren had delivered the sole survivor of the Li Clan, Li Wenjin,