Uchiha Zhu Er had bashed his forehead bloody. Blood ran down his face, making him look rather pitiful.
"Hmph!" The Second Elder snorted coldly. "You don't know you were wrong. You know you're about to die!"
"Yanghuo, help him out."
At those words, Uchiha Yanghuo nodded and stepped forward. He picked up the short blade from the ground, looked at Uchiha Zhu Er, who was still frantically kowtowing, and smiled.
"I'll help you die with dignity!"
We offered you dignity, but you didn't want it. Don't blame us for helping you take it, then!
Uchiha Zhu Er remained on his knees, begging, but Uchiha Yanghuo paid him little heed.
For someone who had trampled the family's honor at will, being allowed to personally grant him dignity was an honor in itself.
Uchiha Yanghuo thought to himself. Then, when he looked at Uchiha Zhu Er again, his gaze instantly turned cold and severe.
"Hmph! The moment you two did these things, you should have known that the family's honor was not to be desecrated!"
"Desecrate it, and you must accept punishment!"
Uchiha Zhu Yi lay in a pool of blood, his mouth slightly open as though he still wanted to say something. His eyes stared fixedly at his younger brother.
But soon, before his very eyes, the short blade in Uchiha Yanghuo's hand plunged straight into his brother's chest.
Uchiha Yanghuo's technique was superb. Though the blade stabbed in, it did not damage any internal organs.
The cut extended downward from his chest, and Uchiha Zhu Er collapsed as well. Yet Uchiha Yanghuo's hand did not tremble in the slightest. Maintaining the same steady pace, the short blade in his hand never paused as it traveled all the way down to his lower abdomen.
Then, beneath Uchiha Yanghuo's smile, Uchiha Zhu