Zhe Huali shouted loudly and took another step toward Qin Mu.
"Admit defeat!" From beyond the sky, Fu Riluo's voice boomed like thunder. "Your knife skills are prim, proper, and full of calculations. However, your frame of mind is already in disorder, so you will lose fast and die even faster! Your close friends are dead so you have to take revenge for them. If you don't take revenge and just give up your life, you'd be nothing more than a boorish man!"
Zhe Huali's expression distorted, and he suddenly pulled out his knife with his left hand.
Outside the sand table world, Fu Riluo frowned, but he didn't make a move to stop Zhe Huali who was in the sand table world.
That land was created by him and Saint Woodcutter, so if he interfered, Saint Woodcutter on the other side would also interfere. If that happened, things would become hopelessly muddled, and he couldn't be sure of success.
