He Weilan gulped in great breaths, his face filled with horror as he stared at Xuan Ao in the distance.
How was this possible? Why had that useless trash from back then become so overwhelmingly powerful? Even he was no match for him?
"Damn it."
This time, He Weilan had completely lost any will to fight. He turned and ran, blood scattering across the ground. But such injuries were not fatal; he only needed to find somewhere to recover for a few months.
His most urgent priority now was to stay alive.
"Trying to run?"
Xuan Wu, high in the air, watched He Weilan flee and immediately narrowed his eyes. He raised a hand and struck downward with his palm.
A colossal hand that reached the heavens descended from above, sending He Weilan flying into the distant forest.
"No need to act."
Ye Lin's voice rang out. Then he chased after the place where He Weilan had fallen.
What a joke. If you killed him, what would happen to my luck points?
Hearing his younger brother's indifferent voice, Xuan Wu helplessly shook his head before following behind him.
His younger brother had always been cold by nature and unable to socialize with others. He treated everyone like this. If their bond had not been deep enough, no one would have been able to tolerate Xuan Ao's temper.
When Ye Lin arrived before the heavily injured He Weilan, he ended his life with a single slash.
After finishing everything, Ye Lin sheathed his saber and looked at Xuan Wu, who stood in the sky behind him.
"Xuan Ao, you hid yourself well. You kept it from me for hundreds of years—even Father and Mother were kept in the dark by you."
"People called you trash, but from this moment onward, no