At this moment, Su Xin was on the run, frantically fleeing towards the outskirts of the city.
Up until now, he had never practiced any footwork-based martial arts. Hence, his speed was average at best and he wasn't able to shake off his pursuers.
Even though he had managed to lose Zhu Zefang and his men within the city, the Blood Robe tower's assassin tracking him was remarkably skilled. In less than half an hour, they had caught up with Su Xin.
Zhu Zefang sneered, "Run? Continue running, Su Xin. When you killed my son, did you ever think this day would come?"
Su Xin said, "Apologies, are you talking about that trash Zhu Yanshin? I just casually swiped him with a stick, who would have thought it would kill him. Tsk tsk, Manor Master Zhu, did you not teach your son properly? He was too fragile."
Zhu Zefang was so angry he nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Did I painstakingly raise my son just for you to use him as a punching bag for amusement?
