When Ning Jue carried the crippled Ning Feng out of Sports Square, Ning Jue glanced back, his face twisted: "Well done, Li Xiaobao, if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't understand that Lingxu Pavilion is not a sect you can provoke!"
Having taken some healing medicine, Ning Feng was finally able to speak fluently, and at this moment, weakly sobbed, "Grandfather… I can't swallow this insult!"
Ning Jue watched with a pained heart, gritting his teeth, "Feng'er, you heal up first, and someday, your grandfather will settle the score with Li Xiaobao!"
"Don't let that boy off, you must cut him to pieces, and that little brat as well, needs to be skinned and dismembered. Ouch..."
As he spoke, it seemed to pull at his wounds, causing him to cry out in pain.
