In just a few breaths, the blood was drained empty.
Thud!
Situ Xiuneng fell to the square, covered in blood.
years of life gone.
Nor did he manage to return to the nearest Hundred Sects Alliance branch.
This time he lost himself a thousand, but couldn’t even kill a hundred enemies.
Despair instantly tore through Situ Xiuneng’s mind, dragging him into a void.
Seeing this scene, Wen Ping in the Main Hall said to Lin Kewu beside him, "Kewu, retrieve the Fire Rod."
Lin Kewu nodded, a thought moved in his heart, and the Fire Rod immediately flew back into his hand.
Zi Ran watched this scene, left speechless.
The Secret Technique was broken just like this?
Next to him, Yang Lele, seeing Zi Ran’s confusion, hurriedly explained, "Elder Zi Ran, Magical Artifacts often have their Special Abilities. For Kewu’s Fire Rod, we haven’t discovered other abilities, but it’s got a super blood-sucking ability."
"I see."
Zi Ran realized.
Situ Xiuneng also met his end.
No matter where, no matter whom he encounters, this Secret Technique can basically allow him to escape.
But he just ran into the Immortal Sect.
"Let’s go down," Wen Ping said, heading down from the Main Hall.
Zi Ran and the others immediately followed.
When Zi Ran, holding a long spear, appeared before him, Situ Xiuneng struggled violently, but he could no longer stand.
Losing 500 years of life, he was too weak now.
However, Situ Xiuneng did not abandon himself.
"Master Zi Ran, give me the spear, and I can give you my position!"
Zi Ran didn’t respond.
Just watched this former high Silver Level Chief — Situ Xiuneng.
In the past, he stood at the top of the Heaven and Earth Lake, a word could decide the fate of many people.
But now, he couldn’t even hold his own life...
Wen Ping, holding the magic wand, said, "Even if I give you the spear, you can’t hold it."
Looking at the half-dead Situ Xiuneng before him, Wen Ping lost his patience.
It’s a pity.
The talk didn’t succeed.
Otherwise he would have gained several thousand White Crystals.
But it’s still good; Situ Xiuneng should still be quite wealthy. As a Silver Level Chief, he should at least have a few hundred White Crystals on him.
"Elder Zhao, send him on his way."
"Wait!" Situ Xiuneng suddenly stopped Long Ke, "I have one thing unclear, may Sect Leader Wen resolve my confusion. Otherwise, even if I die, I will enter your dreams constantly to pester you."
Wen Ping smiled helplessly, "Indeed quite shameless."
Saying that, Wen Ping raised his hand to halt Long Ke.
Situ Xiuneng seeing this, swallowed the blood affecting his speech, and asked, "How did you manage to snatch my spear?"
Had Wen Ping not taken his spear, this battle would absolutely not result this way.
Not only did he fail his quest, he also put his life on the line.
Really unwilling!
Wen Ping replied, "Even if I told you, you wouldn’t understand... magic, have you heard of it?"
"Ma...gic..."
Situ Xiuneng fell into contemplation.
Wen Ping raised his hand, "Since you know, then head on your way."
"Wait for a moment!"
Situ Xiuneng called out once again.
"Do you have any last words?"
"If I’m willing to join the Immortal Sect, to work like an ox and horse, can Sect Leader Wen spare my life?"
He truly did not want to die.
No matter how much endurance, he wanted to live.
Wen Ping shook his head, "You only have a few years left to live, taking you in would be a waste of food, do you think the Immortal Sect’s rice is consumed by just anyone?"
As he finished speaking, Long Ke lifted the Dragon Beard, aiming at Situ Xiuneng’s heart and plunged forward.
"Wa..."
Situ Xiuneng’s cries were suddenly cut off.
His body violently trembled, then never moved again.
Situ Xiuneng, one of the seven Silver Level Chiefs of the Hundred Sects Alliance— formally fell!