"Oh? Not begging for mercy anymore?"
Xia Liu looked at Ji Fei with considerable interest. For a cultivator like this, devoid of Martial Virtue, who dared to provoke him,
the outcome had already been predetermined.
It was a pity that, until their dying breath, they would still use the strength of their family background as a bargaining chip.
"Hmph! My Ji Family is a first-rate clan in Yanjing, with Heaven-Rank Warriors throughout. If you dare cripple my cultivation, no matter if you hide in the heavens or beneath the earth, you will die!"
Ji Fei gritted his teeth, realizing that pleading was useless, he could only try to intimidate with his family's background.
He simply couldn't believe Xia Liu would not be afraid of a first-rate clan.
"Haha, how interesting. The Yan Family and Qiu Family were just like you at the time. Didn't they end up softening?" Xia Liu chuckled endlessly.
"What! He mentioned the Yan Family and the Qiu Family!"
