"Goddamned lad, how dare you to persist in your arrogant manner upon Death's visit! I'm claiming your life today! General Qiu, I'm gonna take care of him. What do you say?"
Without a second thought, Qiu Yunchong nodded in agreement.
Actually, he wished if only he could have killed Wandong himself, but he had to leave himself a route of retreat — Xu Wenchuan had no reason to accuse him of his grandson's death come what might.
Wu Qiujun did loathe Wandong to the core.
Accompanied by his furious growl, his first move already sufficed to put anyone down straight away.
He brought at least ninety percent of his spiritual energy into full play with no reservation. It felt as if he had wished to smash Wandong into flesh paste with his palm.
"Old dog, you think you are a hero? You are merely taking advantage of your martial superiority!"
Wandong condemned him furtively, but he had no choice but to flinch at his full capacity.
He was far from capable of taking Wu Qiujun's attacks.
Their duel resembled that between a lion and a puppy — the latter was out of the question the former's equal, however powerful it could be.
Though Wandong spotted Wu Qiujun's weak links, his intention to make use of them only ended up in vain.
Truth be told, Wu Qiujun was literally like a human tornado, anyone would die forthwith as soon as he approached him.
"Yaoting!"
Leng Yuecui burst out crying in spite of herself, seeing Wandong on the brink of murder.
She bounced up and plunged herself at Wu Qiujun.
Right then, a darting figure came with a sword pointing at her, forcing her into a pause.
"It's you!"
Leng Yuecui flew into a rage on recognizing Duan Lengyan.
"I didn't expect the extent of your Tiezhan guys' shamelessness!"
She cursed Duan to her face.
Duan Lengyan flushed for a second, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Indeed, Wu Qiujun's approach was, by no means, justifiable.
But she agreed with him on that, especially when it came to Xu Yaoting's potential to become a powerful menace to the Tiezhan Empire.
"I don't care whether it's shameless or not! We're actually no enemies at all. I don't wanna kill you, but I have no choice for the sake of my country!"
Duan Lengyan responded under her breath.
"Boo! You think I'm an easy task for you? No kidding!"
Leng Yuecui spat onto her face.
Duan Lengyan shook her head.
"My martial capacity already reached the fourth grade. What about yours? The fourth grade? Are you sure you wanna proceed with your gratuitous resistance?"
"Gratuitous resistance? Pretty hilarious! Tian was a fifth-grade warrior, but he proved no equal of Wandong! I'm gonna show you, we Qingyun warriors are no pushovers!"
Leng Yuecui cursed and plunged her sword at Duan Lengyan, like a gleam of lightning splitting the velvety night sky.
Her sword dashed toward Duan at such a striking speed in an unusual manner. It darted right at Duan's heart with daunting accuracy.