Seeing the old man from the Mo Clan dangling from Qing Mu's hand, his fate unknown, Qing Lin pressed fearfully against the wall behind her.
"Who are you... sob... can you let me go...?"
A mist of tears immediately clouded Qing Lin's beautiful eyes. She bit her lower lip, her voice trembling with fear.
It was clear just how much abuse she had endured here after the Mo Clan's people had abducted her from Stone Desert City.
Su Tian froze briefly at the sight, then an icy gleam flashed through his eyes.
"Those beasts from the Mo Clan really will stop at nothing."
Seeing Qing Lin's pitiful appearance, Su Tian narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Old Qing, do it."
"Yes, Master!"
Qing Mu immediately understood Su Tian's meaning and nodded respectfully.
A ruthless look surfaced on Qing Mu's aged face, and his right hand tightened sharply around the old man from the Mo Clan.
Crack...
In an instant, the old man's neck twisted at a grotesque angle. His eyes flew wide open, still holding a trace of bewilderment.
It seemed that, even in death, the old man from the Mo Clan had never realized what had suddenly happened to him.
As the old man died, Qing Mu willed his powerful soul power to withdraw from the man's mind.
"Master, he's been dealt with."
Qing Mu glanced at the old man who had stopped breathing in his grip, disgust flashing through his eyes. He casually tossed the corpse onto the floor before him, then turned to Su Tian and cupped his hands respectfully, speaking in a solemn voice.
Su Tian nodded, glanced at the old man on the floor, and stepped over his corpse.
Hai Bodong and Qing Mu did not follow him into the secret chamber. Instead, they turned