Bam!
The desk split in half under a single palm strike.
Everyone in the hall was startled, burying their heads in fear.
"Wen Ping, return my son's life!" As he spoke, Han Feiyue's forehead was pulsating with veins, his eyes seeming to shoot fire.
His son took several cultivators of the Profound Realm out. Who could kill his son if not someone in the Profound Middle Realm? And even if it was someone from the Profound Middle Realm, who wouldn't know the name of Extreme Realm Mountain? Even if his son offended them, how dare they kill his son?
Cangwu City, that small place, has only one Immortal Sect.
And only the Immortal Sect would dare act so wantonly.
Murong Qing spoke then, standing up, "Brother Han, don't be impatient, is your Essence Blood Book ready?"
"You want me to use my son as a bargaining chip? Impossible."
Han Feiyue immediately refused.
