Zi Xiang was not yet a Dao Master but to a weak kid like Xiao Ming, the power of this Yang King was like the will of heaven, deciding his life and death with a thought.
Xiao Ming frowned and a solemn look appeared in his eyes while carefully judging the other party's intention.
The aura of Zi Xiang caused strong wind currents around him and the Shadow Crow was just dragging with all its might to not be blown. His robes fluttered crazily and his eyes could not be opened for too long as well.
"Good! Good! You even know so much about my despicable son. Now tell me all you know about him and you might consider keeping your life, hmph!" Zi Xiang bluntly stated.
Xiao Ming had the urge to cry inwardly. He was just bluffing earlier but he didn't expect that the expert in front of him was actually the latter's father. Now his glib tongue had landed him in an unfortunate situation once again.