"Zhenkong Ancestor, Yang Xiao may have made a grave mistake, but his family should not be involved! No matter how great his transgression, you should seek your revenge on him alone. Why must you hunt them down to the last? Why take your anger out on his kin?"
Lu Fangliang was dressed in black, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
He looked utterly disheveled.
But his gaze was resolute, as if he would rather die here than betray anyone.
Standing before him was a silver-haired man.
The man emanated a terrifying aura.
Even the void itself seemed to vibrate at his presence.
He was truly extraordinary.
But upon hearing Lu Fangliang's words, he bristled with rage and snorted coldly, "It seems you truly are a traitor. To defy me, a Saint, for a common thief... Even if you are a genius, I cannot let you live. Now, die!"
With that, the silver-haired man threw a punch.
The entire void began to vibrate.
