Half an hour had passed since the four of them entered the inn, drinking tea and wine and eating meat.
Even a body forged of diamond couldn't withstand that kind of torment.
Shopkeeper Ma looked at the four of them and sighed. "You're all peerless experts. It's not every day I get to see you dogs turn on one another. How could I possibly miss such a golden opportunity?"
With that, he clapped his hands. Old Daoist Li Yijian promptly collapsed.
Next, the white-haired Wang Xiaotian fell beneath the table, still unwilling to accept defeat.
Shopkeeper Ma smiled as he watched Zhao Yingxiong struggle to hold on and Yun Hun refuse to give in.
He looked at them both and said, "Even if I got my hands on that treasure, I'd still need to be alive to enjoy it. As long as even one of you survived, I wouldn't be able to sleep."
"No, that's not right. I wouldn't be able to run my business here in peace. Don't you agree?"
With that, he drew a short knife and gave it a gentle flick. A corner of the table fell away, as cleanly as if the blade had sliced through tofu.
Zhao Yingxiong smiled faintly. "You're certainly capable, but in my eyes, it's still not enough..."
Before he could finish, he toppled to the floor with a thud.
Watching him, Wang Xian couldn't help but sigh. What happened to all that heroism? How had he turned into a coward in the blink of an eye?
Those fellows had just eaten bear paws and bear meat. Now they were no different from the platter of meat on the table.
As Wang Xian silently watched,
Shopkeeper Ma bent down and drove his short knife into Zhao Yingxiong's brow.
The hero who had