The Xiao Clan Three Brothers landed. Xiao Wuqing personally treated Zhang Ping's injuries. He had studied the Spring Return Ghost Immortal Needle because he felt his combat talent was inferior to his eldest and youngest brothers, so he wanted to learn something else and be of greater use in the future.
Murong Xi's third uncle had been thrown to the ground by Xiao Wudi. All four of his limbs were broken, and he couldn't even crawl.
"Who exactly are you people?"
He asked in a trembling voice, his tone full of terror. Facing the terrifying Xiao Wudi and Xiao Wuming, he didn't even dare to give his name. He felt that if Murong Villa offended these three, it would likely face utter ruin.
Xiao Wudi looked at Zhang Ping and asked, "Can we kill them?"
They'd already killed so many people. Why leave two to ask me?
Zhang Ping couldn't quite figure out Xiao Wudi's intentions, but he still said, "Kill them, to avoid leaving trouble behind. If you're afraid of getting your hands dirty, I can do it."
He wasn't afraid of offending Murong Villa. Besides, these people were too vile—they'd even hunted down their own niece. They were utterly inhuman.
At Zhang Ping's words, Xiao Wudi planted a foot on Murong Xi's third uncle's chest. The sound of breaking bones rang out, while Xiao Wuming stamped the Murong martial artist by his feet to death.
Their movements were casual, as if they were stepping on two bugs. Even Zhang Ping's eyelid twitched, let alone Murong Xi's.
As Xiao Wuqing continued applying his needles, he asked, "Did you complete your mission?"
Zhang Ping came back to himself and said, "I did."
"Good. Then come back with us."
At this, Zhang Ping hesitated. He glanced at Murong Xi and asked