"Tell me, who is it now that can't appreciate a favor?"
Xu Yang's posture was as lithe as a dragon's. A tyrannical pressure surged forward, and Tian Wenshan found it difficult to even breathe, as if the very air around him had solidified.
"It's me!" Tian Wenshan said in terror.
'He felt as if the being before him wasn't a man, but a terrifying beast that had walked out of the wilds, its dense Evil Qi blotting out the sky.'
'He was truly the one who couldn't appreciate a favor.'
'He had repeatedly pestered Xu Yang in his courtyard, and Xu Yang hadn't bothered with him. Yet he still dared to run here to ambush and kill him. He was simply courting death.'
"I was wrong. Please spare my life, Junior Brother Xu."
Tian Wenshan's face was a mask of desperation as he frantically retreated.
'Now, it wasn't a matter of whether he would kill Xu Yang, but whether Xu Yang would kill him.'
'It had only taken one move to shatter his arm. Killing him within three would be no problem at all.'
