285 Deathbringer

"You're simply going too far!" Big Brother looked at his good brother, who had been sliced in half in one slash and thrown into the Plague Cauldron. His whole body shivered from anger. "50 silver coins! Although we are new players, or maybe cannon fodders, the price of our lives is not as low as only 50 silver coins."

Eighteen Massacres laughed coldly. "50 silver coins is already your worth! Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. This is better though. Since you don't want to accept my reward, then I'll save a sum of money!"

Clink! Clink! Clink!

The Seven Style Spear transformed into a long whip and was lashed at Big Brother, wanting to throw him down! Eighteen Massacres' attack was enough to instantly kill the two newbies, who were not even at level 20, at least, 10 times!

Eighteen Massacres' demand was too insulting, too overboard!

'F*ck!' Big Brother would rather die with honor than live with disgrace!