The words had barely faded when the thunder of war drums erupted again.
The sound was so intense it seemed as though it would deafen them.
Fifth Master waved his hand impatiently. "Enough, enough, I can't think about it anymore. Let's just focus on getting through this immediate challenge!"
At that, Sixth Master flashed a smug smile. "Fifth Brother, look what I have here."
He then stretched out his hand, revealing two Thunderbolt Grenades nestled in his palm.
Fifth Master's pupils dilated, his face paling in fright. "Where did you... get these? Put them away, quickly!"
Sixth Master, a disdainful expression on his face, said scornfully, "Fifth Brother, don't be such a scaredy-cat. They're just two Thunderbolt Grenades!"
Fifth Master was incredulous. "Just? These things can kill! You might even get yourself..."
