Facing four enemies alone, Su Xin had beaten Mo Wuwei and the others into such a state that they truly looked miserable and disgraceful.
If this matter were spread outside, there would surely be some Jianghu folk secretly mocking them as useless and the like.
But such things no longer mattered to Mo Wuwei. He did not even intend to keep his life—why would he still care about saving face?
The death of the weakest, Fan Luojia, was nothing. Though they had suffered losses in that series of exchanges just now, they had also more or less figured out the extent of Su Xin's strength.
Now, with Chen Xuanzong and Wei Jiuling joining them, they would not lose again this time.
Su Xin narrowed his eyes at Chen Xuanzong and Wei Jiuling. "You two, the grudges between us do not seem serious enough that we must fight to the death, do they? Or has your relationship with Mo Wuwei become so good that you are willing to fight and die for him?"
Neither Chen Xuanzong nor Wei Jiuling spoke. If they were talking about grudges, what had happened between them and Su Xin previously could at most be called a minor friction, since the two sides had not even met face-to-face.
Under normal circumstances, both sides would merely keep such matters in mind. At most, when they met, they would trade a few barbed remarks, neither warm nor cold. It would not cause much of an impact.
But things were different now. There was the friction between them, as well as the favor owed to Mo Wuwei. More importantly, what Mo Wuwei had given them had greatly tempted them. It was not only the longsword in Chen Xuanzong's hand, comparable to a divine weapon; afterward, every fortuitous treasure Mo Wuwei