"You little thief, now I'd like to see just how you're going to die!"
Wang Xiyan said viciously.
To be pushed into such a corner by someone at the Peak of Innate Realm Third Layer.
To feel the threat of death time and time again.
Wang Xiyan was in a very foul mood right now.
And Yang Xiao, this guy who had been annoying her ever since the lava cavern, was the perfect punching bag.
Especially just now, when this bastard had alerted that crazy woman.
She had almost succeeded.
"Wang Qianshan is your father?"
However, Yang Xiao's first words left her completely bewildered.
She had expected the boy to be weeping and wailing, begging for mercy on his knees.
She never thought he would ask such a question.
"You know him?"
Wang Xiyan asked subconsciously.
But in the next instant, she sneered. "Even if you know him, it's useless. Forget just knowing him—even if it were him, if he offended the Young Master, I would kill him all the same!"
"So it seems he really is your father."
