Chapter 1249 - Robbery
Xu Guang dangled helplessly in the dragon's claw, unable to move. From a distance, disciples of the Heavenly Martial Institute watched with grim satisfaction; their long-brewing resentment toward Xu Guang finally found release. The other outer sect deacons melted into hiding; no one dared to defend him.
"Liu Wuxie, please don't kill me! I was wrong! I'll give you all my astral stones!" Xu Guang begged, his voice cracking with terror.
"Too late," Liu Wuxie replied, his tone flat and devoid of mercy. He tightened his grip; the dragon's claw contracted.
Xu Guang's screams echoed across the courtyard as blood burst from his five orifices. Bones splintered, organs crushed—the sight made the onlookers recoil. If Xu Guang somehow survived, it would only be to linger in agony for a short while.
"Ding Yi, shouldn't we have intervened and persuaded him against doing that?" one elder from the Heavenly Martial Institute asked, but nobody moved. Intervening meant becoming Liu Wuxie's enemy, and no one wished to take that risk.
"Persuade him?" Ding Yi said with a bitter smile. "You wouldn't suggest that if you knew what Xu Guang had done to him."
The elders often ignored Xu Guang's abuses; this time, he had collided with someone who refused to tolerate even a speck of injustice.
With one final squeeze, the dragon's claw demolished Xu Guang, reducing him to a cloud of blood. The metallic stench of iron spread, making some bystanders retch. Origin Conversion laws streamed through the dragon's claws into the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron, nourishing the desolate world.
The two inner disciples watched in horror; their bodies trembled.
"Your turn next," Liu Wuxie said without emotion. Killing Xu Guang had always been part of his plan. From the day he entered the Heavenly Dragon Sect, Xu Guang had been trailing him with murderous intent, and his continued existence would have forever warped Liu Wuxie's dao heart.
The dragon's claws shifted and snatched the two inner disciples. They strained and screamed but could not break free. With a deafening crack, both were torn apart and turned into blood clouds like Xu Guang.
Hisses and shocked murmurs rippled through the crowd. No one could accept that Liu Wuxie had murdered an outer-sect deacon and two inner disciples so openly. Even the inner disciples who had gathered nearby stood frozen, eyes wide.