By now, the white-haired man had no strength left to fight back. He knelt there like a heap of boneless flesh. He wasn't dead yet, but he was still trying to talk tough:
"You... you can't kill... You can't kill me..."
"Why?"
"Because my father... My father... is... Ye Wufeng..."
"Ye Wufeng?"
Fang Shuwen looked thoughtful.
The white-haired man's eyes brightened slightly. He managed to force them open a little wider, thinking Fang Shuwen was weighing the consequences.
But to his surprise, after some serious thought, Fang Shuwen shook his head.
"Never heard of him."
The white-haired man's pupils contracted. "Never heard of him...? How could you not know him? My father is..."
Before he could finish, Fang Shuwen had already begun circulating the North Nether Divine Technique. The white-haired man's Inner Strength was exceptionally pure and potent; it took a full three breaths for Fang Shuwen to drain it completely.
He casually slapped a palm onto the man's head.
