Black question marks popped up one by one above Little Four's head.
In his dozen-odd years since joining the Underworld King Sect, he had naturally killed many people. Sure, there were those who were not afraid of death, but this one who had actively chosen to put himself in danger was definitely a first.
But since the other party had clearly declared himself the target, whether it was true or not, Little Four just couldn't let him go.
And so, Little Four drew his dark silver long knife, raising it high.
Alright, alright.
Seeing your willing cooperation, I promise a swift end for you, with not a shred of pain.
Wei Xi was happily waiting for the person before him to facilitate his escape, but unexpectedly, he drew his knife out.
But where was the enemy?
Who was he trying to hack?
The question flashed in Wei Xi's mind.
It wouldn't be me, would it?
Watching as the blade fell, his blood turned cold. Oh, no, it's me!
