Feeling the icy long sword in his chest and the slowly dissipating vitality, the fourth brother wanted to say something, but his mouth opened a few times without emitting any sound. His eyes stared deathly at Wan Jun before him, filled with unwillingness! No matter how, he could not have imagined that after a lifetime of killing, he would die at the hands of his own brother. Though by now he had realized that the third brother who killed him was an impostor and he also understood why Wan Jun had killed the second and the fifth, there was no use for such knowledge anymore.