The destruction of the floating bridge slowed the disciples of Flying Eagle Tower as they fled through the surrounding waters, but Ning Xuan was still swift.
He revealed his golden body and hunted them down wherever they went.
He glanced across the river, to the other side of the floating bridge.
"Young Master" Ma Yingxiao stood motionless.
But after Ning Xuan had made a circuit outside and returned, he discovered that the young master was now sprinting away.
He swooped after him.
Ma Yingxiao raised his hand and shot out a concealed weapon.
Ning Xuan raised his hand and pressed down, not caring in the slightest about the concealed weapon streaking toward him like a speck of dust. He simply slapped Ma Yingxiao to death.
Ma Yingxiao didn't get the chance to beg for mercy, and Ning Xuan didn't bother asking, "Why are you running?"
As he raised his blood-soaked golden palm, Ning Xuan merely sighed. "Sometimes, it really isn't easy for people to live in peace."
Earlier, when Ma Changfeng and Ma Yingxiao had argued and fallen out, even going so far as to declare that they were no longer father and son, Ma Changfeng had actually been doing everything he could within his means to protect the latter. He had also been leaving the Ma Family a way out.
Ma Yingxiao, of course, knew that.
So Ma Yingxiao had played along with the argument.
Ning Xuan had been consistently humble and courteous before, which was what made Ma Changfeng and Ma Yingxiao decide to do things this way.
But when Ning Xuan suddenly went berserk and began killing, Ma Yingxiao finally understood one thing: he wasn't going to survive.
Ning Xuan couldn't possibly spare him.
Or rather, if Ning Xuan were a truly competent general, a general without