"So what?"
Xing Ru Hai fixed his eyes steadily on Xing Hao.
Xing Hao gritted his teeth:
"Xing Zhan is not like they say, unable to perform martial arts.
"On the contrary, you hold him in high regard, teaching him the Divine Skill, cultivating him as the future Family Head.
"Father, you know I have three sons.
"The second, Xing Tao, was careless in his actions and deserved your punishment.
"The third is a bit clever, but still no match for Xing Zhan.
"Since you favor Xing Zhan, I will restrain my sons from competing with him.
"I only beg you, Father, to spare him and bring Ming'er back to me tomorrow."
"Insolent!!"
Upon hearing Xing Hao's words, Xing Ru Hai suddenly flew into a rage.
Raising his hand abruptly, he struck out with his palm.
Xing Hao let out a muffled groan, flipping over and falling to the ground, blood seeping from his mouth.
He looked up at Xing Ru Hai:
"Father... are you going to kill your son?"
"You dare..."
