Looking at Lu Wanting in this state, Lu Wanyuan felt as if his heart had been cut with a knife.
But now, he had to be even more careful. Many people had already died here, and Murong Bo in particular was crippled—he had lost both legs and one arm.
How could someone as arrogant as him possibly bear being disabled? The hatred between them could never end peacefully. If Murong Bo escaped, he would surely unleash a storm of revenge upon him. Since that was the case, Lu Wanyuan had no choice but to show no mercy.
He casually flicked his left hand, and his sword came down.
In an instant, he severed Murong Bo's head. Two streams of blood gushed out.
With a thud, Murong Bo's head hit the ground and rolled away, his eyes wide with disbelief.
He had never imagined that even in his current state, Lu Wanyuan would still cut him down!
But Lu Wanyuan acted as though none of this had anything to do with him. He merely gave the sword in his hand another light flick, and its sharp edge struck the pitch-black lock on the door.
Brilliant sparks flashed, and a golden beam of light sank into the lock.
Clack!
The lock fell from the door and hit the ground, breaking in two.
Lu Wanyuan carefully pushed the door open.
Creak—
The sound of the door opening echoed through the quiet room. The door, which had not been opened in ages, swung wide at his touch.
Dust drifted down from above.
A foul stench came billowing out from within.
Lu Wanting was startled by the sudden noise.
She stared at the open doorway, her body retreating in terror until she reached the corner.
"Fourth Sister, it's me, your Eldest Brother! Don't be afraid!"