"Haha, what a childish question. There's no need for an answer. Tian Wujing, Hai Wubian, Di Wuya! Come on, let's fight! You want to kill me, don't you? Then let me see what you're made of! Let me see if you've gotten any stronger over the years!"
Ghost Eye stared at the three men before him, his voice laced with unconcealable killing intent.
Tian Wujing started to speak, but Di Wuya held him back. "Big Brother, we have to fight. He's not our Fourth Brother anymore. The old Fourth Brother, Shan Wufeng, is dead. This man is Ghost Eye. He is not our brother."
Stunned, Tian Wujing hesitated for a moment before nodding, his voice tinged with loss and sorrow. "You're right. He's not our Fourth Brother. The man we knew would never be like this."
"That's right. I am Ghost Eye. So, make your move!" With that, Ghost Eye was the first to attack. He drew a Soft Sword from his robe and lunged at Tian Wujing.
