Chapter 1723

"Don't forget, you're my brother, my own flesh and blood. How could I possibly bring myself to kill you?"

"But since you've shown no mercy, don't blame me for showing none in return—who dared provoke Ximen Wudi?"

"Today, I'll let you die a quick death!"

Xu Zichen sneered, reached out, grabbed Ximen Wudi's hair, and yanked hard backward, intending to tear his head into shreds!

Ximen Wudi's face instantly twisted and deformed!

"Stop!"

At that moment, a furious roar echoed through the air.

Immediately after, the Fangjiande Sect's door was shoved open.

Xu Zilong stormed in, face contorted with rage, swinging his fists wildly and smashing them toward Xu Zichen.

"Get out!"

Xu Zichen growled, thrust out his right hand, seized Xu Zilong's wrist, and twisted with brutal force!

Crack!

A sharp, crisp sound of bone breaking rang out suddenly.

Xu Zilong screamed in agony, flung backward, and crashed heavily onto the bed.

Puch!

Blood continuously trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Aaaaaaaaaa~"

Xu Zilong let out a piercing scream, his body convulsing violently on the ground; soon after, he fainted.

"You!"

Xu Zifeng's eyes bulged with rage as she pointed at Xu Zichen's nose: "How dare you lay hands on my brother!"

"You wait—I won't let the Xu family forgive you!"

"And neither will I!"

After speaking these words, Xu Zifeng turned and ran out.

Judging by her demeanor, she was clearly going to summon help.

"Stop!"

Xu Zichen sneered, reached out, and clamped his hand around Xu Zifeng's neck.

"Cough… cough…"

Xu Zifeng, choked by the grip, struggled to breathe; her face instantly flushed red.

She thrashed her arms wildly, trying to break free.

But could her strength possibly shake Xu Zichen's grip?

Her power wasn't even enough to tickle him!

"You don't need to remind me—I've lived in the Xu family for three years and know this place inside out. Escaping would be no problem at all!"

"You want to cause me trouble? Fine—I'm ready whenever you are!"

"But I warn you: my patience has limits. If you keep pushing me, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"I've endured you for three years already!"

"Now, let's see how many times you can endure me!"

Xu Zimo stared at Ximen Wudi with icy coldness: "Today is your day of death!"

"N-no, please!"

Ximen Wudi trembled violently, pleading desperately: "Brother, I'm wrong—I truly know I'm wrong!"

"Please, don't kill me, don't kill me…"

"Not kill you?"

Xu Zichen sneered: "I said I wouldn't kill you—I just meant to leave you paralyzed for all eternity, lying in bed!"

With that, he released Xu Zifeng's neck and turned to leave the bedroom.

"No!"

"I don't want to lie in bed!"

"Help! Help!"

From inside the bedroom came Ximen Wudi's terrified screams.

He kept wailing and begging for mercy.

"Bang! Bang!"

No sooner had Xu Zichen left than the door was kicked open.

Xu Zimo and Xu Zifeng rushed in.

The two siblings burst into the bedroom and saw Ximen Wudi lying face-down on the floor, convulsing, blood streaming from his mouth, utterly motionless.

Clearly, he was beyond saving.

"Big brother, second brother, what do we do now?"

Xu Zifeng's face was filled with terror.

"What's there to panic about!"

"We still haven't confirmed whether Xu Zichen is truly dead!"

Xu Zimo said, face dark and grim.

"Then what should we do?"

"We can't just sit here and watch Ximen Wudi get killed, can we?"

Xu Zifeng said anxiously.

"I have a premonition—this matter was not done by Xu Zichen!"

"Because before this, I had been investigating Xu Zichen's background the whole time, and never uncovered a single clue!"

A hint of solemnity flashed between Xu Zimo's brows.

"How could that be?"

"Big Brother, could it be that Xu Zichen is actually a top-tier expert?"

Xu Zifeng was startled.

"No, Xu Zichen is just an ordinary person!"

"Neither his strength nor his martial arts realm has improved in the slightest!"

Xu Zilong shook his head and said in a tone of certainty.

"If his cultivation hasn't improved, then how did he manage all this?"

"You must understand, there are many cultivation methods in this world, but to cultivate to the level of a martial artist requires at the very least four or five hundred years of bitter training!"

Xu Zimo frowned and slowly spoke.

"Then why did he cripple Second Brother?"

Xu Zixuan said, her face full of confusion.

"That, I don't know either!"

"Regardless, since he crippled Second Brother, we must kill him!"

"I'll go arrange it right now—send people to tie him up and deliver him to our Xu family!"

"Then we'll hand this person over to the Clan Chief and let the Clan Chief deal with him personally!"

A cold glint flashed in Xu Zimo's eyes. Having said that, he quickly left the bedroom.

"Big Brother, don't… don't…"

"I beg you, don't hurt him…"

"Waaah… wuu wuu… wuu wuu…"

Ximen Wudi, hearing those words, was immediately terrified and burst into loud crying.

"Shut up!"

"If you dare keep screaming, I'll cut out your tongue right this instant!"