"Those mangy bald donkeys of the Western Teachings! If I don't slaughter everyone on Western Spirit Mountain, rip the souls from every last one of your disciples, refine them, and cast them into the Eighteen Levels of Hell, then my name isn't Ming He!"
Ming He roared through gritted teeth. The Yuantu Abi Twin Swords let out piercing, mournful cries, and he wanted nothing more than to charge up Western Spirit Mountain with swords in hand.
"That's enough. Stop howling."
A calm, clear voice drifted into Ming He's ears, cutting off his furious roar.
Ming He stiffened and whipped around.
Qin Mu stood in the void with his hands behind his back, regarding him calmly. Empress Pingxin stood beside him, concern on her face.
The moment he saw Qin Mu, the monstrous fury and killing intent on Ancestor Minghe's face vanished like smoke beneath a bucket of bone-chilling water.
In their place came a look of deep grievance and lingering fear.
"S-Senior Brother!"
Ming He rushed to Qin Mu in a streak of blood-red light, bowed deeply, and spoke with a catch in his voice:
"Senior Brother! You have to stand up for me!"
"Those two bald donkeys from the West have no decency! They sided with monsters from the Former Era and ambushed me with some unknown demonic treasure! If you hadn't broken through that damned barrier, I'd truly have been finished this time!"
At the sight of Ancestor Minghe, infamous for killing without blinking an eye, pouring out his woes like a wronged junior, Empress Pingxin could not help covering her mouth and laughing softly.
Qin Mu shook his head helplessly.
"Enough. Pull yourself together."
He looked at Ming He and said evenly:
"I've already killed Zhun Ti with the Spear of Destruction, shattering him completely."
"As for