"Su Han, you've finally come. But today, you are destined not to leave here alive!"
A vicious smile crept across Wang Ziming's lips, his eyes brimming with excitement and malicious glee. "You previously provoked my Tianxuan Peak and even dared to steal my treasure. That was my humiliation, and the humiliation of Tianxuan Peak. Today, I will watch you die with my own eyes!"
Wang Ziming's voice dripped with venom as he spoke through clenched teeth.
But Su Han paid no attention to Wang Ziming, even ignoring Luo Hongyi at his side. His gaze was fixated on the blood-drenched figure of Ning Feifan, a cold killing intent spreading through his heart.
Ning Feifan was covered in blood, his clothes torn and stained red. Vicious whip marks, deep enough to expose bone, crisscrossed his body as crimson blood dripped incessantly from the wounds—a truly miserable sight.
