The black-robed cultivator laughed maniacally, wielding a small hammer Magical Artifact that glowed silver, and smashed down fiercely!
"Puh—"
Blood splattered everywhere. The gaunt-faced young man was deeply poisoned and had no time to react before his entire head was smashed into a mist of blood.
His body twitched a few times before collapsing limply, eyes still filled with disbelief and deep remorse.
"Hahaha, you've always overshadowed me since we were kids; let's see how you overshadow me now!!"
Yin Hao laughed wildly, hammering his brother's corpse into a bloody, indistinguishable mess.
The once handsome face was now distorted and malformed, showing an almost sickly pallor.
Xu Ping stood amidst the thick fog, calmly watching the horrifying scene unfold with a heart devoid of waves.
In three years, he had witnessed too many scenes of betrayal over Spiritual Objects.
