C22 (2/2)

”So what if I don't?” Chen Mu said coldly.

The two of them breathed in and out as their eyes met. Ten years of suffering and hatred burst out from Yu Zhi's eyes. Chen Mu believed that Yu Zhi wished he could eat him alive right now. Ten years ago, you were not my match. Ten years later, even you can't beat me! Are you going to kill me? Then there's no harm in doing so. ”

Yu Zhi clenched his teeth as sweat dripped down his forehead. Chen Mu's words were not empty. He could snatch the sariras and run away. If they were to fight one on one, then he was definitely not a match for him. However, the curses of Mokka Ye were extremely vicious. He had suffered for this entire ten years, so what was there to be afraid of at this time? Even though Chen Min's sword was still on his neck, he was not afraid. He squeezed out a sentence between his teeth, ”You killed me! And don't you ever want to see your son! ”

”Even if you kill me, you won't be able to get the God's sariras.” Chen Min was also fearless.

”Then I will cripple you!” Yu Zhi gritted his teeth and suddenly stretched out a hand from his cloak, jabbing two fingers into Chen Mumu's eyes. Chen Mubai was quick, and with a flip of his head to the left, he pushed his fingers towards Yu Zhi's chest, but he did not cut down. He pushed Yu Zhi's elbow with his left hand, making it impossible for him to pull back, making it impossible for him to strike back.

”Your martial arts are getting worse and worse …” Just as Chen Mu finished his sentence, he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. It turned out that all of Yu Zhi's knuckles had been cut off by someone else. He grabbed Yu Zhi's wrist and asked, ”What's going on?”

Yu Zhi's mouth twitched twice as he burst into tears, ”I hate it!” I hate myself, why can't I be like Seventh Brother, willing to die! If you don't give me the sariras, then just kill me. I beg you, for the sake of us brothers, give me a quick death! ” As soon as he finished his sentence, he unexpectedly changed from his previous aggressive look to a kneeling position on the ground, kowtowing to Chen Mu while mumbling the words' beg for death '. Blood and tears flowed from his eyes.

Chen Mubai felt sorry for him, but he didn't know what to do. Just then, someone from Hu Tong's group said, ”His will is not strong enough, and he can't control the itchiness in his body. He has to scratch and scratch himself. I cut off all the knuckles so that he wouldn't hurt himself. ”

Chen Mu looked up and saw that the man was in his thirties, a short man in red cotton trousers, with a red face, thick eyebrows, a bad nose, a lion's jaw, a short beard, and a butcher's knife in his belt. He looked like a butcher selling meat. However, this person actually had a lot of history. He was also one of the brave warriors who had sent an envoy to the Da Yue clan back then, and was Yu Zhi's biological brother, Yu Xiao, who was ranked second amongst the ten sworn brothers. He was fast and ruthless, and was also known as the evil spirit, Luo Ding.

It was not a problem for Chen to deal with Yu Zhi, but if the two brothers teamed up, Chen Mu was not sure if he could win. He turned around, pinched Yu Zhi's arm, tightened the grip on his sword, and shouted, ”Second brother, I can't hand over the sariras now. You know what I'm doing, so don't force me!”

The implied meaning was that if the brothers were to join hands, then the only option was to kill one of them first.