"Hand over all the good stuff you conned your way into. Maybe I'll leave you a way out. Otherwise, detonate the Heavenly Thunder Pearl yourself and wait to be blown to smithereens."
Jun Wuhui spoke in a sinister voice.
"Hold on. Where's my uncle? Did he fail to catch up with you?"
Shui Mingyue finally asked the question that had weighed on his mind for so long. Shui Zhongjing had left and never returned; even now, there was no news of him, and Shui Mingyue was truly worried.
But no matter how worried he was, Shui Mingyue had never imagined that this man before him could harm his uncle. After all, the gap between their realms was like the distance between heaven and earth, and Liu Fengzhu had been with him, too.
Xu Yi said, "Dead. The man surnamed Liu and the one surnamed Shui couldn't agree on how to split the spoils, so they fought until both were badly wounded. In the end, they took each other down."
"That—that's impossible!"
Shui Mingyue couldn't help trembling, yet deep down, he faintly believed it. The two of them had gone for the same thing and had long been at odds. The villain had been carrying a priceless treasure despite his low cultivation. It wasn't impossible that they'd started fighting over it!
"Lies! How could Chief Liu be so foolish? You dog, don't think you can spout nonsense and sow discord!"
Zhou Shirong glared coldly at Xu Yi and shouted, "Sun Qiang, what are you waiting for? Kill him and win great merit for the sect. All three of your brothers can join Lingxiao Pavilion!"
The chosen death warrior was from Tianshan Sect.
Just then, two objects appeared in Xu Yi's hand: a crimson Sumeru Ring and a golden Sumeru Ring.
"Uncle!"