The long knife in Chu Xia's hand was rusty and looked even worse than a piece of scrap iron abandoned by the roadside. It was really out of place in the hands of a famous master like him.
However, after the saber Qi slowly poured into it, all the rust on the saber fell off on its own, as if it had been reborn.
Wang hou's eyes twitched wildly as he watched the sharp glint that was gradually revealed.
Just by looking at the blade, he felt as if he had fallen into a boundless abyss. With his mental state, he did not even have the slightest chance to resist. He could only watch as he fell into the abyss and suffocated in despair.
"I'm sorry, we'll be brothers in our next lives. "
The Shang Xia watched as the light in Wang hou's eyes gradually dissipated, but he had no intention of interrupting.
Wang hou was indeed his childhood friend and the brother he cherished the most, but for the sake of the people, he could only choose to sacrifice Wang hou.
