"Long Yan, spare me the nonsense. You killed my son, and today, This King will tear you to pieces."
King Beiming's icy tone wrapped a dense murderous intent. Overcome by the pain of losing a son, he could no longer care about anything else—he had to kill Long Yan with his own hands to avenge the Young Master Grim Reaper.
"How will such a cycle of vengeance ever end?"
Long Yan's expression tightened slightly as he said, "King Beiming, the death of the Young Master Grim Reaper was his own doing. It's understandable that you want to avenge him. But you need to be clear about one thing, you can't kill me. Once we start fighting, you will become my enemy, and though I don't have the strength to kill you now, very soon I will."
"If you leave now, I can pretend today's events never happened. How about we mind our own business from here on?"
