On the battlefield, hovering in the air, Orchon’s father had an expression of extreme agony on his face.
Orchon’s talent could be considered several times above average; in the Ou Clan, he had been one of the few talented youngster who was truly worth nurturing, and yet now, he was actually felled by Qin Wentian. He would never forget that his younger son, Orfon, had been killed by Qin Wentian as well.
The green vein on his forehead throbbed visibly, as his killing intent soared to its limits.
“That useless Janus.” Orchon’s father silently cursed. Janus, who had been Orchon’s personal teacher, had an extremely close relationship with him. He had secretly provided a large amount of cultivation resources to Janus, and as long as Janus succeeded in the assassination of Qin Wentian, he would arrange Janus’s escape as well as provide him with abundant rewards.