With a single glance by Yan Zhaoge, Yin Liuhua turned directly into a person of blood.
Accompanied by the shattering of the blood vessels of her entire body, her life force left her.
Looking at Yin Liuhua, Fu Enshu's expression was complex.
With her tough, impatient personality, she was exceptionally disappointed with Yin Liuhua, virtually unable to resist the urge to take care of her herself.
Yet, Yin Liuhua having been her disciple before, while she had performed crimes that were punishable by death, Fu Enshu's heart still inevitably remained a little soft, leaving her despondent.
Having been able to tell this, Yan Zhaoge had been happy to perform the deed on her behalf. He could not be happier getting rid of these traitors who would stab them in the back. These people truly deserved to die, being much more damnable than external enemies.
A figure flickered in the distant horizon, a Broad Creed Mountain martial practitioner arriving. It was the Grand Elder Zhang Kun.