Zhou Hui's entire body lay cracked in the deep pit. His once enormous blood-red form had been completely smashed apart by Lin Chuan's True Several Thousand Hands: Summit-Encompassing Buddha, and he was now barely clinging to life.
His bloodshot eyes watched countless cherry blossoms drift down from the sky. If this was to be the place where he met his end, it did not seem so bad. Yet the killing intent within those blossoms was denser than ever, offering none of the peace of sinking into death.
"Hehe... little brother... you won..." Blood continuously spilled from Zhou Hui's mouth. Watching Zhou Yu slowly descend before him, he revealed a ghastly smile.
For some reason, once Zhou Hui realized that he had lost everything, his hysterical struggle disappeared instead. The Land of Fire had fallen, and all his efforts had come to nothing. He had been utterly defeated, with no chance of turning things around. At that moment, he felt a strange sense of relief.
Zhou Hui, the man who would stop at nothing—the ruthless man in everyone's eyes who had killed all his brothers—was now so fragile that he seemed as though a touch would kill him.
Kong Chen gazed at the man before him. He was unfamiliar, yet somewhat familiar. After all, they were brothers, and there were similarities between them in both appearance and bearing. Strictly speaking, though, this was the first time he had come into close contact with this elder brother.
"Why?" Kong Chen asked softly.
"Why? Hehe..." Zhou Hui's unpleasant laughter echoed through the surroundings.
Why had he fought for the throne? Why had he slaughtered his own brothers? Why had he been so ruthless...
Zhou Hui did not know what Zhou Yu was asking, and he also knew that Zhou Yu did not truly