Xiao Jianfa was at a loss for words, everything that just happened was too fast even for someone like him.
The instantaneous killing intent making the world seems bleak, the bloodlust that could dye the word red in a moment's notice. Those variables appeared too fast for him to make a proper reaction.
And from what he could tell, all of these chilling intents and bloodlust came from his grandson who was holding a sword on his neck to ensure he will not escape.
Xiao Jianfa spread his spirit sense in a thousand-kilometer radius to check if something was amiss. He hoped that the bloodlust and killing intent did not come from Wang Ling.
But even after a minute of searching, he came up empty-handed.
Xiao Jianfa raised his hands and admitted his defeat, "It is my lost, now, get those swords of yours away from my neck and heart. "
