"Ahem, ahem, ahem, there were originally one hundred and twenty-three people, a full one hundred and twenty-three brothers, and I, Wang Xuantian, remember each one's face and name clearly... Now you two are the last brothers who escaped with me from that Cannibal Cave... Leave tonight."
In front of the two, black mist surged, like demons grinding their teeth and sucking blood, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. Wang Xuantian was determined on the large chair.
"Big brother, I won't leave."
The burly man was momentarily stunned, tiger eyes filled with tears, fell to his knees before Wang Xuantian, and even the Blind Swordsman behind the burly man resolutely spoke.
"I also won't leave, how can the third brother and I be those who fear death? Even if we are ground to dust, so be it. If the second sister isn't afraid, neither are we. If death comes to us, frowning a bit would mean my white shirt isn't worth wearing!"
