As Liu Wuxie progressed step by step, reaching this point, human nature dictated reverence for the strong. Even those who had once ridiculed him now lacked the courage to repeat such words.1

After all, they were mere ants in front of Liu Wuxie. They could only look up to him and suppress the jealousy in their hearts. This was because they no longer had the right to be jealous of Liu Wuxie.0

Liu Guidong pointed his sword at Liu Wuxie, but in Liu Wuxie's eyes, he was nothing but garbage.1

Since a fly dared to buzz around before him, he naturally wouldn’t mind smacking it to death. He had smacked many flies to death in the four days, and his ears were much quieter now.0

After killing Shi Chui, his objective of intimidating everyone was a success, accomplished in the most brutal and primitive way.0

“Liu Wuxie, hand over your points, and perhaps I can consider letting you die a comfortable death!” Liu Guidong was still coveting Liu Wuxie’s points even at this moment.0

“Kill me, and the points will be yours!” Liu Wuxie said calmly because he knew it wasn’t worth it to be...0