"Next."
With those three words, Po Shan Peak fell utterly silent.
Fang Min's face turned ashen. Although an hour had already passed, he showed no response, his eyes still filled with towering shock.
Liu Xiong's blank eyes were still fixed on the small peak, where that flash of silver light had taken away the Liu family's first son. However, there was no anger in his heart, as it had been completely overtaken by horror.
Zhu Shanhai's chest suddenly convulsed, his pale face flushing slightly red.
After a pause of three breaths, the convulsions repeated, occurring nine times before he suddenly opened his mouth.
"Phut..."
A stream of dark red blood spurted from his mouth.
He wiped the corner of his mouth, looked up at Xie Tian, was about to speak, but then three more mouthfuls of blood sprayed out, his spirit instantly weakened, and the words at his throat could no longer be voiced.
Because he had realized, Xia Yi hadn't lied to him.
