"Hmph, it was indeed you who killed my son, and today I will use your fresh blood to console his spirit in heaven!"
Situ Yuanhua bellowed furiously, as he had suspected all along, his son, Situ Nan's death was inextricably linked to Ning Fan.
"Xila, cripple this whelp first for me. I want him to suffer the worst torment until he begs me to kill him!"
Like a raging lion, Situ Yuanhua leaped up, commanding Xila who was beside him, wielding his Dragon Head Cane.
Xila heeded the command, his expression serious as he clasped his hands into claws, the palm of his right hand striking out, with a distinct red dot clearly visible; that was where Ning Fan had marked him before with Silver Needle.
"You mangy cur, today this place will be your grave!"
Xila glared at Ning Fan madly. Although he knew that being seriously injured, he was no match for Ning Fan, he still spoke arrogantly, refusing to let his momentum falter.
