Ling Xiao must not be left alive.
Otherwise, he would become a great asset to Feng Yingshan, and also become a formidable enemy to his heir, Fengming Qishan.
"Jia Yun, you've lost!"
The voice of Feng Yanran made the already gloomy-faced Jia Yun even more furious.
"I know, and I won't bother you anymore!"
Jia Yun said coldly.
He did not hate Feng Yanran, but he blamed everything on Ling Xiao, believing it was Ling Xiao who had stolen his woman, stolen his happiness.
He wanted revenge!
On the surface of the lake, Kong You's body floated there, Ling Xiao had not let him sink.
He had said he would cripple Kong You's cultivation level and would not let him die.
At this moment, Kong You, with blood coming from all seven orifices, stared at Ling Xiao in sheer terror, as if he were looking at an unbeatable Demon God.
Had Ling Xiao actually crippled him?
Crippled his Cultivation he had worked so hard to advance to the Eight Desolations Heaven?
Surely not?