Isn't this too hasty?

The Vice Hall Master looked at Leng Wushuang, speechless.

Leng Wushuang, on the other hand, looked at the Vice Hall Master, full of killing intent.

"Why didn't you do as I said?"

Leng Wushuang asked.

The Vice Hall Master was still trying to think of an excuse.

Suddenly, the Vice Hall Master saw Zhou Ziming in the distance, arms crossed, leaning against a tree, his gaze fixed directly on them.

The Vice Hall Master instantly felt emboldened.

Although this Hall Master was a talent who had reached the Peak of the Spirit Fetus stage in such a short time of Cultivation.

But no matter what, she was still only at the Spirit Fetus stage.

Within the Spirit Fetus Realm, Zhou Ziming, who possessed the Nine Heavens Responding Thunder True Art at the twelfth layer of Perfection, was an invincible existence.

Since Zhou Ziming was here, what was there to be afraid of?

Perhaps it was precisely because he was no longer afraid that the Vice Hall Master finally couldn't help but ask.

"Hall Master, there is one thing I don't understand. Since Zhou Ziming isn't going, the City Lord won't have a relapse, wouldn't that be better?"

Leng Wushuang snorted coldly.

"What do you know?"

The Vice Hall Master then asked: "Since the Hall Master knew about this early on and insisted on doing this, does the Hall Master want to seize the Opportunity within it?"

Leng Wushuang fell silent.

But the Vice Hall Master went full throttle.

"Hall Master, I actually have one thing I don't understand. Has Zhou Ziming done anything heinous, or did he steal someone else's wife?"

"Gu Yiyun is like this, and the Hall Master is the same. Aren't you all just grabbing an honest man and bullying him relentlessly!"

Leng Wushuang's face flushed red from the Vice Hall Master's words.

"Shut up, you don't understand at all. I know best what kind of person Zhou Ziming is. I am doing this naturally to eliminate a scourge for the people!"

The Vice Hall Master smiled at this.

"So the Hall Master means that we intercept the Opportunity that originally belonged to Zhou Ziming, and then secretly suppress and frame him—this is eliminating a scourge for the people?"

"And if I recall correctly, Zhou Ziming has only been in the Huan Ling Sect for about two and a half years!"

"Ever since he entered the Sect, he has been constantly suppressed and even framed, but before he suffered these things, it seems he didn't do anything out of line."

"Doesn't the Hall Master's so-called 'eliminating a scourge' sound a bit unjustifiable? Why do I feel like you're trying to play the saint while acting like a villain?"

A cold aura instantly radiated from Leng Wushuang's body.

"You're talking too much!"

Leng Wushuang had killing intent.

"Swish!"

Just at this moment, a Flying Sword instantly pierced through Leng Wushuang's skull.

The Vice Hall Master was dumbfounded.

Honestly, this Hall Master's death was a bit too sudden.

The Vice Hall Master looked at Zhou Ziming.

Zhou Ziming also happened to be putting away his Flying Sword.

"Master Zhou, you, you, you, this, this, this..."

The Vice Hall Master looked at Leng Wushuang, who had a hole in her forehead, and then looked at Zhou Ziming.

Zhou Ziming walked over and directly searched Leng Wushuang's Storage Pouch.

After taking the loot, Zhou Ziming explained: "That woman just wanted to kill you."

The Vice Hall Master was moved.

But then, the Vice Hall Master shook his head: "No, Master Zhou, but doing this, isn't it a bit too rash?"

Zhou Ziming said seriously: "She treated me as an enemy, plundered others' Opportunities, and was full of hypocritical morality. If I don't kill such a person, should I keep her for the New Year? If I don't kill such a person, my Dao Heart will not be clear!"

The Vice Hall Master was stunned.

From the scene, he felt that Zhou Ziming did the right thing.

What Leng Wushuang had done deserved death.

But subjectively, the Vice Hall Master still felt something was wrong.

It was as if things shouldn't have developed this way, and according to common sense, this Leng Wushuang should have had more of a life ahead of her.

But now, Leng Wushuang had just died suddenly like this?

The Vice Hall Master had a strange feeling of wanting to say something but being unable to express it.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..."

Just then, lightning suddenly blasted from Zhou Ziming's hands.

Leng Wushuang's body was instantly engulfed by the lightning, turning directly into ashes.

The Vice Hall Master's heart skipped a beat watching this.

After resolving everything.

Zhou Ziming clapped his hands.

"Alright, done. I'm going to sleep. You arrange the rest. As for the City Lord's mansion, don't call me, I'm not going!"

The Vice Hall Master nodded subconsciously.

"Wait, hold on, Master Zhou. The Hall Master is dead, how do I explain this?"

Zhou Ziming smiled slightly.

"With the elimination of the Mountain Lord at Beimang Mountain, the Cultivators coming to Tianyin City are a mixed bag. People dying is perfectly normal!"

The Vice Hall Master: "..."

But the Vice Hall Master couldn't help but say.

"That Leng Wushuang was a rare beauty, and a cold, fierce one at that. Shouldn't you have reasoned with her, Master Zhou, and then taken her in? Don't you feel it's a pity to have killed her?"

Zhou Ziming frowned: "I need to reason with her? And then take in an enemy who wanted to harm me and targeted me without regard for right or wrong? Am I too cheap, or have I not seen a woman in eight lifetimes?"

The Vice Hall Master was speechless.

He felt that Zhou Ziming had no problems.

Instead, he felt that he had a bit of a problem himself; how could he have asked such a question?

Then, the Vice Hall Master silently followed behind Zhou Ziming.

Mainly because the Vice Hall Master wanted to understand Master Zhou better now.

He felt that his own thought process couldn't keep up.

...

...

The next day, almost all the leaders of the Sects brought their Disciples who had come to eliminate the Mountain Lord to the City Lord's mansion.

Among them, a Disciple of the Four Symbols Sect kept looking in the direction of the Huan Ling Sect.

He was even somewhat anxious, straining his eyes.

But when this Disciple fully saw the Huan Ling Sect Disciples enter, he was dumbfounded.

Because the leader was the Vice Hall Master, Qian Dafu.

The Disciple was stunned on the spot.

"That's not right. Shouldn't Leng Wushuang be leading the team? Besides, we had agreed on this. What is going on?"

As the Disciple looked again.

He discovered that there were a few Disciples missing from the Huan Ling Sect.

He didn't care about the others who were missing.

What he cared about most was that Zhou Ziming hadn't come.

No, how could Zhou Ziming not come?

If Zhou Ziming didn't come, how would the City Lord's old ailment relapse?

If the City Lord's old ailment didn't relapse, how would he seize this Opportunity?

The Disciple was a bit anxious.

He then hurriedly sent a sound transmission to Leng Wushuang.

But he received no response at all.

After waiting for a long time, there was no response from Leng Wushuang, but he received another piece of news instead.

Leng Wushuang was dead!

The Disciple's eyes widened.

"No, this can't be, right? Leng Wushuang is dead? This is one of Zhou Ziming's harem, and she's just dead?"

The Disciple didn't believe it.

After confirming it repeatedly, the Disciple had to accept reality.

Leng Wushuang was indeed dead.

The entire Huan Ling Sect knew about it.

The Disciple was somewhat angry.

"Who the hell killed her? This is a woman I had already reserved!"

The Disciple was heartbroken.

But currently, it was not the time to be sad about this.

What about the City Lord's old ailment?

With Zhou Ziming not here, her old ailment wouldn't flare up.

But for him, a mere Spirit Fetus stage Cultivator, to secretly plot against a Tongxuan Realm expert was impossible.

"What should I do?"

The Disciple was very anxious.

Then, the Disciple began to stare blankly.

After staring blankly for a while, he seemed to grit his teeth and make a decision.

And said in a low voice: "Redeem!"