"Gentlemen, how do you like the surprise I've brought you?" Ye Zhen sneered as he looked at the astonished crowd.
Facing the blood-soaked remnants of his half-destroyed body, Huaa Yan watched his son Huaa Zhu reduced to bits of flesh, and then thought about the nearly extinct Huaa Clan. His face suddenly paled, his chest heaved, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out wildly.
As this blood spewed forth, the injuries on Huaa Yan's tattered half-body that had been suppressed burst forth once more, blood flowing freely!
The face of Phantom Divine Sect's Sect Leader Fuh Dongxing turned extremely grim in an instant.
"Ye Zhen, you're seeking death!"
"Hmph, Sect Leader Fuh, that line—your Phantom Divine Sect's others have already said to me countless times!"
"But now, you're surely going to die!"
