"Of course. Ever since Uncle fought the Vulture King Weishuo and entered the Magnetism Water Prefecture, I've been searching for you." Wu De nodded, then warily glanced around. "The many factions and sects of Spirit Origin City fled in all directions. One branch of the Demon Race captured Spirit Origin City almost without bloodshed. Uncle, the tide has turned. We should escape first and talk later."
"Very well. We should leave this place first and talk later." Wu Changlian nodded.
Wu De was just about to move when a piercing pain suddenly bored through his back. He lowered his head and saw a bowl-sized bloody hole in his chest. With great difficulty, he turned around. Wu Changlian's face was still mild and amiable, as if he were doing a good deed.
"Uncle, you..." Wu De came to his senses, and fear and panic finally appeared on his face.
"It must have been difficult for you to lurk by my side for so long. I imagine Ye Qianxun gave you plenty of benefits. Since Ye Qianxun treated you with such kindness, go down and accompany him." The benevolent smile on Wu Changlian's face finally twisted into a savage grin.
Boom! As soon as his words fell, the sword intent erupting from his body directly sliced Wu De into dozens of pieces, turning him into a heap of chunks of flesh. What Wu Changlian hated most was betrayal. If he hadn't been using the enemy's scheme against them, how could he have tolerated Wu De living under his nose for so long? Now that Ye Qianxun was dead, Wu De had still foolishly come crawling to him. He could only blame his own wretched fate. At the thought of Ye Qianxun, Wu Changlian ground his teeth in hatred. He had gone through