"Then there's nothing left to say." Wen Qingye's gaze turned frigid. He abruptly drew his sword and thrust it toward Hei Xuan's heart.
With a flash of cold light, Wen Qingye struck without a shred of mercy.
SQUELCH!
Hei Xuan stared fixedly at Wen Qingye, blood slowly trickling from the corner of her mouth. Her life force seemed to be fading away, bit by bit.
THUD!
Seeing her body fall to the ground, Wen Qingye let out a heavy, cold snort. "Someone from the Heaven-Burying Sect thought they could kill me? This is what they get. Do they have any idea who I, Wen Qingye, am?"
It was as if Wen Qingye had spoken these words for the dead to hear.
After speaking, Wen Qingye sheathed his sword, raised his head to the azure sky with a mysterious smile, and slowly walked into the distance. Before long, he disappeared from the area.
