"Don't worry." Bai Yu withdrew his spear and smiled, resting his hands on Hao Feng's shoulders. "Wait for me, and don't neglect your cultivation."
"Just you wait! Even if you're the Sect Master's grandson, you'll still have to pay with your life!"
Mo Youde gloated. Seeing how adept every one of these Sect-Inheriting Prodigies was at stirring up trouble, he suddenly felt that perhaps his own day to rise would come.
"Shut up!"
Hao Feng struck fiercely, flipping his palm. Smack, smack! He slapped Mo Youde twice across the face, leaving deep, bloody marks on both cheeks.
"Believe it or not... I'll kill you too!"
Hao Feng pressed toward Mo Youde step by step. Clutching both cheeks, Mo Youde still wanted to preserve his dignity before the disciples of several peaks, but an inadvertent glance at Jian Yi's rigid corpse made his heart suddenly clench. Cold sweat broke out at once.
"I believe you, I believe you..."
"You believe me? Then I'll oblige you!"
Hao Feng had always been refined and gentle, but when he turned ruthless, he was soul-shaking. Murderous intent instantly filled his eyes, and he swung his sword, severing Mo Youde's head.
Rumble, rumble...
Mo Youde's head rolled far across the ground. Blood spurted from his neck in a torrent, and his body promptly toppled stiffly over.
Thud!
All around, not a crow or sparrow made a sound; a falling pin could have been heard.
"Why did you kill him?"
"So I can keep you company."
"Mm, there really is nothing I can do with you. Let's go."
As calm as a light breeze beneath pale clouds, Bai Yu and Hao Feng flew away from Kun Third Peak side by side, hand in hand. Mu Bai stood to one side, dumbstruck. Each scene was more thrilling than