He's dead, and I won't live long either!
Thinking of this, Pei Lang raised his hand and slapped Chu Xiao's face, which was covered in blood and dust, with two loud slaps. The force was so great that the sound was particularly crisp in the silent valley.
"Stop playing dead! Open your eyes, do you hear me?!"
Pei Lang practically screamed, tears streaming down his face, not even bothering to wipe them away, "If you dare to die here, your Elder Xuan Shuang will tear me apart alive!"
"He really would kill me! Even my father couldn't stop him!"
"Chu Xiao, don't die! If you're going to die, wait until you're out of the secret realm!"
"You little bastard! You want to drag me down with you even in death?! As expected, you sword cultivators who play with small iron pieces aren't just poor and stingy, but also all cunning old devils!!"
Perhaps it was because the two slaps were too forceful, or perhaps it was because Pei Lang's penetrating howl was too powerful, but Chu Xiao, who had already lost consciousness and was breathing weakly due to excessive blood loss, had his eyelashes tremble slightly.
He used all the strength he had left to barely lift his heavy eyelids, revealing a slit in the skin.
His eyes were unfocused and unfocused, yet they carried Chu Xiao's unique, cold arrogance that he maintained even on the verge of death.
He glanced with great difficulty at Pei Lang, who was wailing and howling in his arms. His lips moved slightly, almost inaudibly, but Pei Lang knew the shape of his mouth all too well—get lost.
But then, at that very moment!
"boom!"
A deep, muffled roar, accompanied by a tremor of the earth, came from above them.
Pei Lang subconsciously looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting!
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