The third brother's hand had already turned pitch-black; he had clearly been poisoned. Just as his eldest brother finished speaking, Master Bayan's figure flashed, and he swiftly jabbed several points on the third brother's arm. Then he asked, his expression grave, "Do you want your life or your arm?"
"Is it... is it that serious?" the third brother asked, enduring the excruciating pain in his hand. He wanted his life, but he wanted his arm too.
"Answer within three breaths, or bear the consequences yourself," Master Bayan said coldly.
The eldest brother did not doubt Master Bayan's words and hastily told the third brother, "Third Brother, there's no other way."
"No... no!" How could he possibly agree to having his arm cut off?
The eldest brother turned to look at Master Bayan and saw a trace of mockery on his face. He understood that Master Bayan would not joke about such a thing. After all, Master Bayan was also an expert in poison, thoroughly versed in its arts. His words were absolutely trustworthy.
"Third Brother!" the eldest brother suddenly roared.
The third brother shuddered. But just as his eldest brother's shout left him momentarily dazed, he suddenly felt a tearing agony in his right arm.
"My arm..." The third brother stared blankly at the severed arm on the ground. His eldest brother had actually cut off his arm.
Soon after the severed arm landed on the ground, it dissolved into a puddle of black, bloody liquid.
Only at that sight did the third brother shiver involuntarily. Now he was certain that, had his eldest brother not severed his arm, his entire body would probably have dissolved into that puddle of bloody liquid.
"You must know what to sacrifice and what to keep! Once your life is gone, everything is gone,"