Inside the cage, the violent sounds of impact gradually subsided.
The Heavenly Demon stretched his neck with satisfaction and lifted up the half-dead Xiao Chunwei.
"Brother, I've had my fill of beating him. What do we do now?"
Xiang Yu placed exceptional trust in this "blood brother" and "junior brother" who had cared for him so devotedly during his amnesia. Even his overbearing nature had begun to seek Jiang Yan's counsel.
"Kill him," Jiang Yan replied flatly.
Xiao Chunwei's eyes had narrowed to slits as he let out a bitter laugh.
"I calculated and calculated, yet I never expected a variable like you."
There was no regret in the way he looked at Jiang Yan, only the resolve of a gambler accepting his loss.
"Rest assured, even if you had foreseen it, you still couldn't kill me."
Jiang Yan had already assumed his stance. A law divine ability abruptly rose, hanging high above Xiao Chunwei's head.
"Hahaha, Xiao Chunwei, now that you're about to die, do you finally know regret? Where's that arrogant swagger of yours now?"
The War Gods all stopped to laugh at him, their tones mocking and sarcastic.
Xiao Chunwei remained unruffled, looking at those he had once defeated with utter disdain.
"You fools, relying on nothing but brute strength and throwing it around as you please. If not for Jiang Yan today, you would have died by my hand."
His tone was haughty. "Being weak is not laughable, but ants too blind to realize their own frailty are all the more laughable."
"Come, then. I accept my loss. Today's death is merely proof of the glory I shall attain in my next life."
"Only your ignorance will be passed down through the ages."
Xiao Chunwei gave Jiang Yan one final look, then directly set the laws