"Go, Wuji. Drag that old bastard over here too.
Don't worry. I already crippled his Internal Energy. He's not young anymore, and he fell from such a height. He's probably almost crippled already!"
Hearing this, Zhang Wuji nodded and said,
"Alright, Big Brother, but these candied hawthorns!"
Zhang Jiuzhu shook his head helplessly and said,
"You little glutton. Give them to me!"
At that, Zhang Wuji immediately grinned and handed the things over to Zhang Jiuzhu.
After taking them, Zhang Jiuzhu casually stuck them into the ground.
The sight made everyone around them twitch their eyelids.
By then, Zhang Wuji had arrived beside Lu Zhangke, who lay completely unable to move and seemed close to drawing his last breath.
He casually grabbed one of Lu Zhangke's legs and dragged him across the ground toward them.
The others were rendered speechless by the sight.
They silently thought,
These really are two little demon kings!
Zhang Wuji had become this way largely thanks to Zhang Jiuzhu's constant guidance.
After all, Zhang Jiuzhu had lived through an entire lifetime and knew far more than Zhang Wuji.
He understood the wickedness of human nature even better, so he had taught Zhang Wuji such things from a young age.
As for the chivalry, righteousness, and other teachings Zhang Cuishan had tried to instill in Zhang Wuji,
Zhang Jiuzhu had treated them all as trash and helped Zhang Wuji throw them away.
When Zhang Cuishan had learned of this matter, Zhang Jiuzhu had laid everything out plainly.
Zhang Cuishan had even been so angered that he wanted to strike him, only to be pinned to the ground by Zhang Jiuzhu.
That was right—pinned directly to the ground, though Zhang Jiuzhu had not intended to hurt him.
He had simply held him down and lectured him at