"Morality? You, a murderer, still dare to talk about morality?" Yan Song angrily glared at Xia Liu.
Although the methods used by his own side weren't exactly honorable, what did that matter, as long as Xia Liu could be killed.
Who would dare to talk to him about justice in the future?
"Since you put it that way, dare I ask what it would be like if I were to exterminate the entire Yan Family and Qiu Family?" Xia Liu said darkly.
"Hmph! Boast about it when you have the ability to follow through, for now, if you don't disable your own Martial Veins, then this old man will help you!" Elder Qiu snorted coldly and waved his hand, signaling his men to hold Lin Xiaotian hostage.
Smack!
A loud crack, and a whip mark appeared on Lin Xiaotian's body, with blood steadily seeping from it.
"Stop it!" Xia Liu's heart twisted in agony at the sight of Lin Xiaotian's injury.
The blows landed on Lin Xiaotian, but the pain was in Xia Liu's heart and mind.