The immense force slammed them into the wall behind them, which cracked and crumbled on impact. The Hu Brothers collapsed to the ground, their faces twisted in terror as they stared at Shen Haoran. The third brother had already fainted, bloody foam bubbling from his lips. He clearly wasn't going to make it.
"Damn it, Brother Shen, that's not cool! Didn't we agree to play rock-paper-scissors for it? How could you just go and take care of them all yourself!" Han Xu grumbled, looking at Shen Haoran with a dissatisfied expression.
"Fine, they're all yours," Shen Haoran said, casting an indifferent glance at the Hu Brothers. He then turned, sat down cross-legged on the meditation cushion again, and began studying his clenched fist, carefully sensing the power of the Spirit Marquis Tier.
Hearing Shen Haoran's words, Han Xu cracked his knuckles, which let out a series of sharp POPS. A sinister smile spread across his face as he slowly advanced on the Hu Brothers.
