"Qin Qiu, make your move, kill me, and our grievances will be settled,"
Wang Wenjun's expression became relaxed, he was well aware that Qin Qiu would not let him go, and he had resigned himself to his fate.
"Considering our brotherhood, end it yourself."
Qin Qiu spoke.
He would never let Wang Wenjun off, but in honor of their past, he could give Wang Wenjun a chance to end his own life.
"Qin Qiu, I owe you nothing now."
With those words, Wang Wenjun formed a handprint and struck his own brow, shattering his own Primordial Spirit.
His body went limp, and Wang Wenjun fell to the ground, turning into a corpse.
"All debts cleared."
Looking at Wang Wenjun's corpse, Qin Qiu murmured to himself.
Right now, Qin Qiu was preparing to leave.
"Hmm?"
At this moment, Qin Qiu suddenly sensed something and immediately became alert.
In his field of vision, two figures were speeding towards him, it was Meng Qianning and Long Yan.
