An old man appeared at the entrance of Qi Shi Xuan.
A pair of triangular eyes stared intently at Lin Mu.
The newcomer was Ding Fengqiu.
Ding Fengqiu looked at Lin Mu and said with a chilling tone, "If you kill him, I'll make you wish for death but deny you even that!"
Two vibrant green snakes were coiled around his wrists, hissing toward Lin Mu.
"Martial Uncle, save me!"
Seeing Ding Fengqiu, Yuwen Jing's face lit up with ecstatic joy, and he scrambled toward him.
"Who can stop me from killing the man I want dead?"
Lin Mu smiled indifferently. His body flickered, and he reappeared behind Yuwen Jing, slapping down with his palm.
"Unc—"
SLAP!
Yuwen Jing had only uttered a single syllable before his head flew from his shoulders, landing right in front of Ding Fengqiu.
PFFT!
Blood gushed from Yuwen Jing's neck like a fountain, spattering across Ding Fengqiu's clothes.
Seeing the lingering pain and despair on Yuwen Jing's face, Ding Fengqiu's expression turned hideous.
