The moment their gazes met, the elder instinctively stepped back a few paces, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Ren Feifan.
"You actually broke my mirage? How is that possible! Your cultivation level shouldn't be able to break it!"
The next second, he could no longer hold it in and violently spat out a mouthful of blood, as if severely backfired.
"You treacherous person! How dare you kill even your own mother! Despicable scoundrel!"
The elder seemed a bit furious, as he was just about to get the vital blood! But at the last crucial moment, something went wrong. Could he not be angry?
Ren Feifan looked at the elder with interest and said blandly, "It's my own mother, shouldn't I be able to tell? I admit your mirage was indeed good, but it lacked some essence, in other words, you fundamentally don't understand the bond between mother and child!"
The elder snorted coldly, "Since that method can't make you offer your vital blood, I'll just have to use other means."
