When Xu Yang heard this, he couldn't help but laugh, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes as he sneered, "Beg you?"
"I brought you here just to learn the truth!"
"As for revenge, I'll take it myself."
"Unlike some people, who fled to the Barbarian Race, hiding here and there, not even daring to think of revenge."
"Brat, what did you say?" Zhao Mushen flew into a rage, the might of the Myriad Phenomena Realm enveloping the entire space, crushing it into violent distortion.
Spurt!
Xu Yang's body trembled as if hit by lightning, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
Gritting his teeth, he retorted without a hint of courtesy, "Did I say anything wrong?"
"You've been hiding among the Barbarians for more than ten years. Do you really still carry any desire for vengeance?"
"Do you still even dare?"
Every word was a blade, stabbing straight into Zhao Mushen's heart.
His expression turned utterly ashen, his lips trembled, but not a word came out.
It's been nearly twenty years.
