Zhao Zhiquan caught Long Aotian's corpse, almost spitting blood in anger, and roared, "Wretch, you've already killed him, what's the use of returning him to me?"
"If he's useless, then just discard him, why yell at me?" Chen Nan said calmly.
Zhao Zhiquan was almost driven mad with anger.
Could this kid have a powerful backer? He killed someone from Qianyuan Holy Land, yet still dared to be so dismissive.
Zhao Zhiquan's face turned livid, and he shouted angrily, "A life for a life. If you don't give an explanation today, my Qianyuan Holy Land will never let this rest!"
"You want an explanation?"
Chen Nan nodded and calmly uttered three words: "He deserved to die."
"What did you say?"
Zhao Zhiquan could hardly believe his ears, or rather, he couldn't believe there could be someone so reckless in this world.
