"Jiang Chen, go to hell..."
Ximen Gong had gone mad. Truly mad.
He had set out to slaughter the Jiang Family, but his night raid failed when a Martial King Expert appeared.
When he escaped back to his family estate, he found the Ximen Family had been utterly massacred.
The sight was a knife to the heart, driving him to despair and stripping him of all reason.
He couldn't understand how the night had come to this.
His sword got closer and closer to Jiang Chen.
His expression twisted into a ferocious snarl as he stared at Jiang Chen, who was now just inches away.
"You know, you're going to die too."
He seethed, hating Jiang Chen with every fiber of his being.
'This murderer who killed my son, this monster who slaughtered the Ximen Family.'
"SWISH!"
A hand reached out from the side.
And firmly caught Ximen Gong's sword.
"Hm?"
Ximen Gong was stunned. He turned his head to look.
He saw a man drenched in blood, holding his sword with a single hand.
