"Otherwise..."
Ethan did not continue speaking, but the vague smile on his lips made the three kneeling figures tremble even harder.
"…"
Their teeth clenched. Their palms were cold. Shame and resentment churned in their chests—but none dared to voice a single word.
They were reluctant, unwilling, bitter…
But their lives were saved.
Their sect was saved.
That alone was enough.
"Understood."
Alix's voice was hoarse. Without hesitation, he raised his palm and slammed it directly onto his own dantian.
Pffft—!
A violent spray of blood burst from his lips. His aura collapsed like a broken dam, instantly falling to the very bottom.
His dantian was shattered.
He had crippled himself.
Shia and Houda's faces twisted in pain, but neither dared delay even half a second. In the next breath—
Bang! Bang!
Two more dull strikes echoed through the clearing.
Two more mouthfuls of blood splattered onto the dirt.
Two more cultivations collapsed into nothingness.
