As all the curses were completely devoured by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the entire eerie space seemed to fall silent.
Not far away, Wang Xiedi lay spread-eagled on the ground. His eyes were shut tight, his face deathly pale, and a trace of white foam hung at the corner of his mouth. His body twitched from time to time—the aftereffects clearly hadn't worn off.
"Hsss..."
Su Ling'er sucked in a sharp breath, taking in Wang Xiedi's miserable state. Inside, she was absolutely losing it.
'It's over! It's all over!'
'Don't tell me Eldest Brother swung our Junior Brother into a complete idiot?!'
'Okay, he wasn't that smart to begin with!'
'No, wait, doesn't that make it even worse?!'
'This isn't "reasserting his dominance"!'
'He nearly scrambled the poor guy's brains!!!'
'From now on, if anyone asks about the Guixi Sect's Sword Technique, are we supposed to tell them we swing people around like human flails?!'
