Wang Xian swept his right hand over the heads of his five disciples one by one, healing their injuries. Only then did he look at the figure still seated beside the pot that had once cooked two Little White Fish.
"Have you decided how you want to die?"
Wang Xian spoke, his voice as cold as though it had come from the icy prison of the Nine Netherworlds, making anyone who heard it shudder all over.
"Ha! You? A failed experiment?"
Wang Mo replied with a sneer.
An experiment?
Wang Xian's mind shook violently, but he showed nothing. The Emperor Dragon Spear appeared in his hand, its tip aimed at Wang Mo's brow.
Wang Mo spoke again, his tone impossible to tell whether it was envy or jealousy. "I have to admit, although you're a failed experiment, that's only in the eyes of others. To you, you're truly a perfect experiment. Especially since he removed your final restriction before he died, allowing you to do whatever you wanted without restraint or hesitation!"
Wang Xian still did not speak. His heart was filled with doubt.
There was a great deal hidden within Wang Mo's words.
Who was this "he" Wang Mo spoke of?
Why did Wang Xian have the feeling that Wang Mo was trying to convey some extremely important information to him?
"Come on! Kill me, or let me end you!"
Wang Mo clapped his hands and rose with a smile. A weapon suddenly appeared in his hand as well.
A greatsword!
"Wufeng, the weapon that accompanied me through eight eras, and also my only weapon!"
Wang Mo gently stroked the greatsword in his hand as if caressing a lover, or perhaps bidding farewell to his closest friend.
Then Wang Mo raised his head and looked at Wang Xian with