But the art of concealment which had always been infallible suddenly lost its effect in front of Ye Ling. How could the proud ninja of Wo Country accept this?
"Why the hell should I tell you? Unless you acknowledge me as your grandpa, forget about it!"
"Damn you, Drangon Country dog! To mock me like this—deserve to die!"
The ninja from Wo Country's nostrils flared with steam as he stared down Ye Ling with a cannibalistic expression. If looks could kill, Ye Ling would have died tens of thousands of times over!
The ninja from Wo Country picked up a dagger, his brain whirring rapidly as he contemplated his next move.
Now that his greatest advantage had been seen through by Ye Ling, what should he do next?
Without giving him much chance to think, Ye Ling's figure appeared beside the ninja like a phantom, his right hand formed into a claw, reaching fiercely towards the ninja's chest.
