"Father, let me take the head of this insolent person for you!"
Ming saw Shang agree to take action and immediately shouted excitedly, waving a bronze short dagger, charging forward.
He inherited Shang's bloodline, not only possessing immense strength, capable of tearing apart tigers and leopards, but also having a unique Divine Skill. At this moment, he opened his mouth and sprayed a thick flame and smoke.
"How bold!"
The Junior Fate Master opposite smiled serenely and pointed, causing the flames and smoke to disappear entirely.
A white line flashed, and Ming's expression suddenly became confused as he touched his neck.
A red line of blood appeared, and then, his head just fell off.
Shang, Tang, and others were stunned by this scene.
Ming was one of Shang's most powerful offspring, able to spit flames and had once killed the beast Zhen alone!
Even among Shang's hundreds of sons, he ranked at the forefront, and now, he was just dead... dead...
