As the Wanlu Sect Master spoke those words about being ready to risk his life and die for Qiu Leiyin, the sword in Sikong Jing's hand paused slightly.
Then his cold voice came out through the frosty mist covering his face…
"You want me to kill you first? Fine, I'll grant your wish."
His voice rang out icily in all directions, and Sikong Jing's sword thrust out from his hand without the slightest hesitation, stabbing straight into the Wanlu Sect Master's heart.
The latter's eyes bulged; his back teeth chattered "ge-ge" a few times, and then he fell silent on the spot.
With a thud, the Wanlu Sect Master collapsed right there.
Everyone around widened their eyes in unison, and the injured people of Wanlu Sect all cried out together, "Sect Master!"
One by one they stared in disbelief at their Sect Master lying under Sikong Jing's sword. They were dumbfounded—their Sect Master had actually been killed.
And killed directly, on the Qianwang Holy Tower's turf.
