After withstanding eighteen Spirit-Slaying Slashes, Wu Si was no longer recognizable, curled up on the ground, transformed into a slowly shrinking bundle of vines that constantly oozed a thick, faintly glowing liquid.
With a swing of his arms, Qi Xiu flung Wu Yi and Wu Er away. Then, with a sweep of his wide sleeve, he held Wu Si, now shrunk into a ball of vines, in his palm.
HISS—
Carving two long ravines in the ground, Wu Yi and Wu Er halted their retreat. They slowly rose, staring at their fourth brother in Qi Xiu's hand.
"Kill him! If you have the guts, then kill him! We might as well beg you, so please do it. Come on, kill him!"
Looking at the dying Wu Si in Qi Xiu's hands, Wu Yi and Wu Er revealed sinister smiles and yelled wildly.
They shared no so-called brotherly affection. Wu Si's death would only propel their power to a new level.
"Fine."
