Mu Tian's words showed he had immense confidence in the two of them.
"Are you really looking for death?"
"Long Ao, have you lost your mind?"
To Mu Feng and Mu Yong, their cousin seemed a bit off. 'Could it be because of what happened ten years ago?'
They felt not a shred of sympathy. To them, trash was trash, and being related to such a person was utterly humiliating. 'Wouldn't it be wonderful to use this opportunity to kill him?'
Reading their eyes, Long Ao could already guess what Mu Feng and Mu Yong were thinking. 'You showed no mercy, so don't blame me for being cruel. You brought this upon yourselves.'
He retrieved the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber from the Dragon Seal Space. On the surface, the saber looked unremarkable—just an ordinary broadsword. The crowd, however, was intensely curious about how he had produced it from thin air.
"Fourth Brother, you first or me?"
"Third Brother, there's no need to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut. I'm more than enough to handle him."
