To be safe, Zhu Chengmian spent 100,000 years of lifespan on each throwing knife.
Situ Shibai had an extraordinarily long lifespan, but he was still far from having 100,000 years left. The instant the Death-Dealing Throwing Knife struck him, it wiped out all his remaining years.
Given Situ Shibai's cautious nature, he should never have come here in person. At most, he would have sent a duplicate to test the waters. The problem was that Zhu Chengmian had also used his first talent—Affliction of Delusion!
At the cost of his son Zhu Shixiong, he had ensured that Situ Shibai would walk straight into the trap he had prepared. This reached into the realm of fate itself. Just like Zhang Ping before him, Situ Shibai had fallen for it.
Situ Shibai let out a long sigh. "One last question. Why did my attacks have no effect on you?"
"Just the effect of a piece of equipment. The price of using it is steep, but if it kills you, it's worth it!" Zhu Chengmian put his ring back on and spoke as if it were nothing.
Situ Shibai sighed. Zhu Chengmian clearly had no intention of telling him what the equipment did or what its weaknesses were.
Although he was on the brink of death, kept alive only by his superpower, he still had the strength for one last fight.
But without knowing Zhu Chengmian's weakness, that final effort might come to nothing. He had no confidence he could kill Zhu Chengmian, nor did he know what would become of Mingzhu City after his death.
All he could do now was what lay within his power.
In an instant, his aura surged. He looked nothing like a dying old man.
"Life-and-Death Same-Fate Finger!"
Situ Shibai raised his hand and pointed at Zhu