"Who cares? Leaving her alive would only leave a potential threat. Let's just send her on her way."
As Zhang Ze spoke, he raised his spear, his gaze cold and resolute, as though the two standing before him were not living, breathing people, but lambs awaiting slaughter.
He had already resolved to kill them without mercy. He felt not the slightest pity, nor even a flicker of hesitation.
He gripped his spear tightly, its tip flashing with a cold gleam, ready to deliver a fatal strike at any moment.
At that moment, Zhang Ze was like a savage beast baring its fangs, his ferocious expression enough to send chills down anyone's spine.
Facing such a vicious old enemy, Liu Qingfeng was terrified to the core, yet he still forced himself to appear calm as he shouted:
"I'm warning you, we're personal disciples, and fellow disciples at that! Killing your own is strictly forbidden by the Sect. Don't you dare do anything rash!"
Though his voice trembled from extreme tension, he still stood firmly in front of Liu Quer, hoping to scare these madmen off with the Sect's rules.
Yet Zhang Ze and the others seemed entirely unmoved by his words. Instead, they found them utterly laughable.
"Well, well, Liu Qingfeng, has your brain gone rotten?
"This place is nothing but ice and snow, with not a soul around. And we're inside the Burial World, too.
"Even if we kill you both, who would ever know we did it?
"Hahahaha..."
Jiang Lingfeng rocked back and forth with laughter, almost losing his grip on his sword.
"Exactly! Even if someone actually finds the bodies, where's the proof that we did it?
"Aren't you always plotting to get rid of us? Well, fortune's wheel has turned. Now it's your turn to suffer!"