"Brother!" the Leader of the Twin Heroes of Cangnan, still locked in battle with the middle-aged elder, cried out in grief and fury. His roar boomed like a great bell, its sound waves stirring the heat, his sorrow unbearable.
The bond between the two brothers had endured for thousands of years. Whenever they joined forces against an enemy, few had ever been their match.
Now, seeing his own younger brother slain by Ye Xiwen with his own eyes, the heart-rending pain nearly drove him mad.
At that moment, he abandoned the opponent before him and lunged toward Ye Xiwen. The middle-aged elder no longer had any desire to keep tangling with the Leader of the Twin Heroes of Cangnan.
He had originally only wanted to buy time for the Crimson Lightning Fairy, so she could stop the Second of the Twin Heroes of Cangnan and ultimately seize the Phoenix Flame Fruit. But now that the Phoenix Flame Fruit had fallen into Ye Xiwen's hands, what meaning was there in continuing the fight?
"Boy, you've got some nerve!" Old Ghost Yin bellowed. "If you don't hand it over, just wait for death!"
In his eyes, Ye Xiwen daring to keep the Phoenix Flame Fruit for himself was practically unforgivable. Of course, he never considered that he himself had intended to monopolize the Phoenix Flame Fruit as well—or rather, in his view, there was nothing wrong with him taking it all for himself.
"Boy, hand over the Phoenix Flame Fruit, or you're dead today. No one can save you!" The middle-aged elder glared viciously at Ye Xiwen. Though he was somewhat startled that Ye Xiwen had killed the Second of the Twin Heroes of Cangnan, that was all it was.
In his opinion, Ye Xiwen had merely gained the advantage through surprise.