"Bai Xiaofan, is this all your strength? Today you're destined to be buried with my two sons!"
Wang Zhankun, reveling in his success, stared at the blood-spewing Bai Xiaofan, arrogantly taunting as if the blood that Bai Xiaofan spat was caused by him.
You could say he had no shame at all!
"Amitabha, since the benefactor is so eager for revenge, then you must also dearly miss your two sons. I shall send you to meet them!"
However, just as Wang Zhankun was gloating, Monk Kongkong clasped his hands together and spoke words that left him nearly in despair.
What the hell!
Aren't you just bullying people?
Upon hearing Kongkong's words, Wang Zhankun didn't dare say another word, quickly hiding behind his father Wang Qian, hoping that his father could block Kongkong from approaching him.
To Wang Qian, his closest kin now was this only son, Wang Zhankun. Naturally, he didn't want a white-haired man to send off a black-haired one.
