"To kill or to flay, it's all at your convenience, isn't it?"
Qin Jun laughed heartily, though his smile was filled with murderous intent.
In his eyes, the Nether Emperor was already a dead man, and no matter how tough he pretended to be, Qin Jun would not be merciful.
Because the hatred between him and the Nether Emperor was too deep, just the death of Young Master You alone was enough to ensure the Nether Emperor would never be able to let go.
The enmity over the death of a son could not be shared under the same heavens!
Of course, Qin Jun felt no guilt, for it was all Young Master You and the Nether Emperor who courted death by provoking him. If he had been weak, he would not have lived to see this day.
In this world of strife, it was a case of the survival of the fittest. To sympathize with the enemy was to court death.
"Kill me then!"
The Nether Emperor said through gritted teeth, his gaze fixed on Qin Jun, fearless.
