"What? It'll still take three to five years to completely purge the poison, and otherwise the poison could flare up at any time and kill my big brother?" What Liu Shui cared about most was Liu Shan's condition.
Qin Shaofeng had explained it plainly enough, so Liu Shui understood every word perfectly.
Except...
That crystal-clear explanation nearly made Ximen Kuang and the others burst out laughing.
Was there really any need to go that far?
Liu Shui might have understood it, but everyone else who heard it understood it perfectly too, all right?
Yet that simple-minded, one-track-minded fellow would definitely never believe that anyone else had understood what he did.
They truly had not expected that dealing with this pair of brothers would require such a method.
No wonder so many people who had tried to drive a wedge between the brothers in the past had all ended in complete failure.
So that was it... so that was it...
They could not be coaxed like children, nor could they be threatened, much less spoken to in roundabout terms.
To truly win them over, all it took was a single statement that sounded riddled with holes to everyone else—yet they had to be allowed to comprehend it themselves.
Th-this-this... this was truly fucking absurd!
"Fan Shanhui, hand over your life!"
This time, Liu Shui was genuinely going all out.
With Lei Rukang's help, he knocked Fan Shanhui back with one palm, then pulled out an enormous iron rod around three meters long.
The instant the long rod landed in his hand, even Qin Shaofeng sensed that Liu Shui's aura had abruptly changed.
It was as though, with that rod in hand, he was the true Ninth-tier Mountain and Water.
But how was such an absurdly long rod supposed to be used?