Xiao Yi's gaze shifted to Xiao Tianjiao at his side.
In those eyes, there was now a complexity of emotions.
The once unrivaled genius had now been crippled and reduced to waste.
The worthless younger brother he had once looked down upon had become a prodigy in the eyes of thousands.
The woman he had once deemed unworthy was now a Holy Maiden, out of his league.
A series of blows.
Xiao Tianjiao hadn't gone mad—his willpower was considered extremely strong!
Xiao Yi fell silent for a moment, and it couldn't be denied that he simply didn't have the same ruthless heart as Xiao Tianjiao. Every time he resolved to kill Xiao Tianjiao, he would see his mother's pitiful plea not to let her sons kill each other.
Xiao Yi took a deep breath and said, "Tell me where our mother's remains are, and I will let you leave!"
Xiao Tianjiao was stunned.
His sword-like brows furrowed as he sized up Xiao Yi.
As if to ascertain whether Xiao Yi was lying.
