"Today, even if you grow three heads and six arms, you can't escape death! You harmed my son, and I won't rest until I tear you into ten thousand pieces!"
As Wen Xiangxin spoke, a flexible sword was already in his hand, the tip pointing directly at Ghost Hand, an endless killing Qi encompassing him like an invisible net.
"You don't deserve to be human!"
Ghost Hand, wearing a mocking smile, coldly laughed and circulated the True Essence inside his body, his fighting spirit boiling as he shouted, "I will send you to hell, where you can repent for your sins!"
"You think you, a mere Profound Level initial-stage martial artist, can kill me? Wishful thinking!"
Wen Xiangxin laughed wildly towards the sky.
He had no desire to stoop to personally dealing with Ghost Hand, but Ghost Hand had crippled his son, Wen Shiba, and completely enraged him; he could not quell the hatred in his heart without taking his life.
"Is that so?"
