The middle-aged man at the forefront walked up to Hua Tianming, his face darkening as he looked at the injury on his right hand. A flash of rage crossed his eyes and a cold aura emanated from him, involuntarily causing a shiver in the hearts of those around.
"Father, you must avenge me and kill that damn brat!" Hua Tianming's face was grim, and his eyes flickered with venomous resentment.
"What exactly happened?" The middle-aged man's face was gloomy as he looked toward Du Qing and the others, speaking coldly, "Du Qing, what kind of job are you doing? Why did Tianming get hurt, while nothing happened to you?"
"Protector, please forgive us!"
Du Qing and several other Saint Realm powerhouses from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion knelt on one knee.
