Eight to Four (6)

However, Feng Wu reached out without hesitation.

It was so obvious.

Ye Yijian gritted his teeth and glared at Feng Wu. Seeing how nonchalant she was, he had no choice but to smash the sword into Feng Wu's hands.

"Let's go!" Having been humiliated, Ye Yijian wanted to leave.

However, Feng Wu stopped him. "Wait."

Ye Yijian glared at Feng Wu. "I've given you the sword. What more do you want?!"

Feng Wu gave him a half-smile. "How long do you think you have?"

The others couldn't stand it anymore, let alone Ye Yijian. They all glared at Feng Wu. "He has lost, and he has given you the sword. What more do you want? It's his life!"

Feng Wu ignored the others and only stared at Ye Yijian. "If you leave like this, you'll really be dead."

Ye Yijian suddenly realized something. "What do you mean?"

Feng Wu said, "Haven't I made myself clear enough?"

Ye Yijian said, "How can I be dead? The wound isn't deep!"