Mu Qu's expression turned ugly, his heart full of stifled grievance.
Xue Chuang, pinned firmly beneath Su Yi's foot, could not help but cry out sharply:
"What are you hesitating for? Agree already! Can any external possessions be worth my life!?"
Mu Qu's face stiffened, and in the end, he agreed.
Before long, Mu Qu and Xue Chuang obediently handed over all the treasures on their persons.
Xue Chuang wiped the fresh blood from his face and let out a long breath. "That felt good!"
Everyone: "..."
Mu Qu, meanwhile, felt utterly humiliated.
He had been brutally beaten, nearly lost his life, and that could still feel "good"?
Su Yi was somewhat surprised. "You do not hate me?"
Xue Chuang said, "I do! I hate that my skills are inferior! Getting beaten is a good thing too—it tempers the heart, makes one see the gap clearly. Not bad."
Quite a few people were dumbfounded. Had this fellow been beaten into becoming a masochist?
"My family's Old Ancestor said I was asking to be put in my place. For me, suffering losses is a blessing. As long as I am alive, the greater the loss I suffer, the greater the blessing I can enjoy. Looking at it now, Old Ancestor's words were truly golden words from a golden mouth."
Xue Chuang sighed with feeling.
Everyone: "..."
Slap!
Xue Chuang took a slap across the face and stumbled backward, falling onto the ground. His already mangled cheek split open to expose white bone, making for a horrifying sight.
The entire crowd was startled. It was not over yet?
Xue Chuang stared in astonishment, his eyes fixed on Su Yi. "Your Excellency intends to go back on your word?"
Su Yi said, "You said suffering losses is a blessing, so I shall let