Humiliated Beyond Endurance
He desperately wanted to open his mouth and shout, but it was as if an invisible hand had clamped around his throat, leaving him unable to make a single sound.
In that instant, countless scenes of their former days together flooded his mind.
Arms slung over each other's shoulders, fighting side by side, attacked from front and rear, supporting one another, breaking out of desperate straits, surviving catastrophe.
Now, it was all like dream bubbles and phantom shadows.
Every breath Qin Liffei took felt as though blades were slicing through his lungs, agonizing and difficult.
His body trembled slightly, his hands clenching instinctively.
His mind was blank.
Shen Wuxiao saw that he was standing there like a motionless turtle.
He lit a cigarette and took a drag. "You're still the Young Master of Dragon King Hall, yet after surviving countless battles, you got frightened by such a tiny scene?"
"A wimp will always be a wimp."
Half of Qin Liffei's heart had already died.
Yet he still steadied himself.
Watching Dragon Scale breathe his last, he coldly pushed him away and tossed the dagger onto the ground.
He walked forward as though he looked rather cool, his expression indifferent.
As if he had already become numb to everything in this world.
Yet after only two steps, Xiao Jiu kicked him squarely in the back.
"Damn it, you just threw my things around."
Qin Liffei staggered from the kick, nearly losing his composure.
His cold and ruthless posture vanished in an instant.
But he still stabilized himself and continued forward slowly.
Dragon Scale's corpse was carried away.
Shen Wuxiao and the others continued onward.
He even came to Qin Liffei's side and gave him a thumbs-up.
"I looked down on you just now, but now I've realized I