In the tavern, there was dead silence.
Seeing Lu Qing stomp the effeminate young man to death, all the surviving disciples of the Flowing Cloud Sect trembled in their bodies.
Fang Tao and his disciples were similarly scared out of their wits.
Even Ma Gu and Wei Zian were somewhat taken aback, startled by the killing intent emanating from Lu Qing.
However, they also knew why Lu Qing was so enraged.
Little Yan was Lu Qing's Achilles' heel, and the fact that the young Sect Master of the Flowing Cloud Sect dared to speak disrespectfully to her and harbor such filthy thoughts was no different from seeking death.
Not to mention the tragic circumstances they had encountered along the way had already accumulated a lot of anger in Lu Qing.
It would have been abnormal if he didn't want to kill him.
It was just that the cruel methods chosen by Lu Qing caught them off guard.
After all, Little Yan was still there.