Augustus retreated, backing away frantically.
There was none of his earlier affection left.
Because he realized... Black wasn't just talking. He really wanted to cut him down!
"Oh no, my dear little brother, don't get worked up. We can take our time..."
"Oh no, my dear scumbag, I sincerely hope your legs won't give out."
As Augustus retreated, Black swiftly followed.
He had already assessed Augustus's cultivation level.
Transcendent Eighth Heaven.
He could kill him!
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Amid the ballroom's soothing, elegant music, two figures leaped down from the second floor in succession.
Augustus landed first and was about to flee again when suddenly...
Thud!
At the critical moment, his legs actually gave out!
He fell straight to the floor.
Augustus froze.
How was that possible?!
How could he make such an elementary mistake?!
Black froze too.
Wait, that worked?
He had just blurted out some nonsense. As a clone, he couldn't actually use the Crow's Mouth talent at all!
All he could say was that when someone had rotten luck, it really was rotten.
Swish!
Black mercilessly swung his long blade straight at Augustus.
Just as the blade came within 0.01 meters of Augustus's neck...
"Stop! You can't hurt Black Brother!"
A girl's sharp cry rang out.
A dazzling red light suddenly flared around Augustus, blocking the long blade in Black's hand.
At the same time, a petite, lovely figure appeared in front of Augustus, spreading her arms protectively.
"No one is allowed to hurt Black Brother! You... who are you?"
The girl's furious expression suddenly went blank when she saw Black's face.
He's... so handsome!
His nose, eyes, eyebrows, and even that lofty, disdainful gaze were all exactly her type.
Come to think of it, he bore some resemblance to Augustus, but he was even more perfect.
Faced