Yan Tianlu strode over and roared, "You bastard! How dare you ambush me!"
Poisoned sand had blinded Luo Qianfu, leaving him unable to see. He opened his mouth and laughed wildly, blood seeping from the corners of his lips as he laughed. It was a horrifying sight. "Yan Tianlu," he rasped, "I never thought you could survive even that..."
"Tell me honestly who planned this behind the scenes," Yan Tianlu said. "Otherwise, I'll tear your entire Luo family out by the roots!"
Luo Qianfu howled with laughter. "You'd better worry about yourself!"
"What did you say?"
"You know perfectly well!" Luo Qianfu said sinisterly. He suddenly reached out and seized the Flexible Sword, intending to thrust his throat onto its point. Hu Xiaotian pulled the sword back in time, but its blade still sliced the skin of Luo Qianfu's palm. Normally, such a minor wound would not have been fatal, but Yan Tianlu had coated the Flexible Sword with poison. The toxin entered Luo Qianfu's bloodstream through the cut, and within moments, his body convulsed violently. In an instant, he was dead.
Hu Xiaotian inwardly lamented the loss. He had yet to ask how to save the Flying Owls, and now Luo Qianfu had died just like that.
Yan Tianlu loathed this sworn brother who had fed from his bowl only to betray him and forsake their bond. Even killing him this way was not enough to satisfy his hatred. He stepped forward, seized Luo Qianfu by the topknot, drew the dagger at his waist, and severed his head cleanly at the neck before stuffing it into a leather sack.
Yan Nujiao had just emerged from hiding to reunite with Yan Tianlu. The sight before her made her hair stand on end. She stopped in her tracks, not daring to