"How dare you kill my disciple Park Jung-tae! I will have your body smashed to thousands of pieces and your bones ground to dust!"
Park Jung-tae's eyes were ablaze with fire, a cold light flickering within as murderous intent burst forth from his entire being, causing the temperature of the surrounding air to plummet several degrees!
Just then, Park Jung-myeong spoke up, "Father, we must certainly avenge our elder brother, but this Ying Yue is no simple matter. You must be cautious!"
"No simple matter?"
Park Jung-tae lifted an eyebrow, disdain glowing in his eyes, "A mere Huaxia runt, why should your father be cautious?"
"No, father, you cannot take this lightly!!"
Park Jung-myeong quickly continued, "This Ying Yue is not any ordinary 'Sick Man of East Asia,' his strength is formidable, and he is likely also a Grandmaster!"
"He is also a Grandmaster?" Park Jung-tae's brow furrowed.
