"You mangy bald monks of the Western Teachings! If I don't slaughter everyone on Western Spirit Mountain, rip out the souls of every last one of your disciples, refine them, and cast them into the eighteen levels of hell, then I, Minghe, am no man!"
Minghe roared through gritted teeth. The Yuantu Abi Twin Swords let out piercing, savage cries, as though he could hardly wait to seize them and storm Western Spirit Mountain.
"Enough. Stop that infernal howling."
A calm, clear voice drifted into Minghe's ears, instantly cutting off his furious roar.
Minghe stiffened and whipped his head around.
There in the void stood Qin Mu, his hands clasped behind his back, watching him with an indifferent expression. Beside him stood Empress Pingxin, concern on her face.
The instant Ancestor Minghe saw Qin Mu, his overwhelming malice and murderous intent vanished as though a bucket of freezing water had been poured over him.
In their place came a deep sense of grievance and lingering fear.
"S-Senior Brother!"
Minghe rushed over in a streak of bloody light and bowed deeply before Qin Mu, his voice almost choked with tears.
"Senior Brother! You have to see justice done for me!"
"Those two bald monks from the Western Lands are utterly inhuman! They sided with monsters from the previous era and ambushed me with some unknown demonic treasure! If you hadn't shattered that damned barrier, Senior Brother, I really would have been finished this time!"
Watching Ancestor Minghe, normally infamous for his ruthlessness and his willingness to kill without blinking, pour out his grievances like an aggrieved junior, Empress Pingxin couldn't help covering her mouth with a soft laugh.
Qin Mu shook his head, looking somewhat exasperated as well.
"Enough. Pull yourself together."
He looked at Minghe and said evenly,
"I already