"Indeed, I am Xu Nuo's father,"
As Tong Yong spoke, the dagger in his hand slashed through the throat of this Di Sha member.
"But I'm not a good kid," Tong Yong said indifferently.
The old man stared in terror, his shaking finger pointed at Tong Yong before he finally fell to the ground.
"Master, were Dugu Poxiao's conditions truly just to kill Feng Lin?"
An old man clad in a black robe approached, using Qi to disintegrate the corpse below.
"Indeed, as long as Feng Lin is dead, he promised to join me in stepping into the Jiuyou Realm!"
Tong Yong's voice was filled with pride, "By then, my father's and Liang Yingyan's Divine Pupil shall be ours to divide."
Off in the distance, Feng Lin lifted the corner of his mouth; so that's how it was.
It seems the infighting of the Jiuyou Realm is a tradition.
"Master, proceed with caution. Dugu Poxiao is extremely cunning, be wary he might not keep his word."
Another black-robed old man approached.