His son had died a tragic death, and he had to take revenge.
In addition, considering that he had once been the current patriarch and was familiar with Shen Changge and the Cang family's situation, the Wang family's ancestor agreed to let him come along.
Between heaven and earth, a cool breeze blew, but it was as cold as a freezing wind, making people shiver.
"Swish!"
Wang Tianxing's figure turned into a stream of light, dazzling like lightning. He released the terrifying pressure of an upper-level celestial Prime without reservation, going against the flow and charging towards Shen Changge.
"Boy, I'm going to skin you alive and make you wish you were dead. You'll pay for my son's death!" Wang Tianxing's voice was as cold as the frosty Lake in the depths of hell. If there was one person in the Wang family who hated Shen Changge the most, it would undoubtedly be him.
