Because he wants to make them afraid, frightened, and collapsed...
Knowing his own death date but being unable to do anything about it, he can only wait helplessly for the time to come. This kind of fear is enough to drive a top expert to collapse.
Dongfang Xuan, on the other hand, enjoys the process of watching others gradually collapse.
As soon as Dongfang Xuan's words came out, the sounds in the dungeon suddenly stopped.
Dongfang Xuan was very satisfied with the effect he created, and then he hugged Li Yaoyao's slender waist and walked away with a wild laugh.
In the dungeon, the brothers looked at each other.
"Now we are in big trouble." An Yeming frowned tightly.
He could feel that Dongfang Xuan was serious this time.
Bei Chenying slapped himself: "It's all my fault for making Dongfang Xuan so angry."
Now none of their brothers are any match for Dongfang Xuan, only Nangong Liuyun can defeat him.
Although everyone knows that Nangong Liuyun is not dead, he and Su Luo are temporarily staying in the Youlong Secret Realm, and God knows when they will come out.
By the time he came back, the brothers had already been cut into pieces by Dongfang Xuan and dried in the sun.
"What should I do?" Lan Xuan looked slightly pale.
"It seems like there is nothing we can do except wait for death." Zi Yan's voice lazily came from the corner.
Li Yaoyao hated her so much that all the food she gave her was poisoned. Fortunately, she had some dry food hidden in her body, otherwise her life would have been long gone.
For a moment, the dungeon suddenly became quiet...
That night, the food was surprisingly good.
The brothers were unequivocal and ate the sumptuous meal thoroughly.
Time passed quickly, and the morning light of the next day still rose slowly despite everyone's resistance.
However, Nangong Liuyun still didn't come.
In front of the Meridian Gate.
Dongfang Xuan sat comfortably on the large Taishi chair, squinting his eyes and looking at the young people standing in a row in front of him.
"Beichen Ying, An Ye Ming, Lan Xuan, Zi Yan..." Dongfang Xuan pointed his fingers one by one with a playful sneer on his lips, "You have two choices now."
Zi Yan's mocking gaze fell on Dongfang Xuan's face.
But Dongfang Xuan didn't seem to notice, and said with a sneer: "One, die. Two, live."
"What is death like, and what is life like?" An Yeming looked calm and his tone remained unchanged.
"Death is very simple. You don't do anything and just wait to die."
"As for living..." Dongfang Xuan raised the corners of his lips with a smile, "It's also very simple. As long as there is the last one left among the four of you, the last person standing will be alive. I, Dongfang Xuan, guarantee it."
Dongfang Xuan finally patted his chest and made a promise.
The poisonous Dongfang Xuan!
Beichen Ying and others secretly hated it in their hearts.
This is a waste of time and effort, leaving them to fight among themselves!
Only Dongfang Xuan could think of such a vicious trick.
"How about it? Do you want to live? If you want to live, let's start." Dongfang Xuan felt proud that he had come up with this wonderful trick.
He just likes to watch them fight among themselves, and he just likes the so-called brothers like Nangong Liuyun to fight among themselves like dogs in order to survive!
This will bring him countless pleasure and pleasure.
Dongfang Xuan gave an order, and a pair of cold swords were distributed to the four of them.
Bei Chenying was the first to take over this cold sword.
An Yeming hesitated for a moment, and then took it too.