The blood energy, filled with utmost vigor and masculinity, is precisely the nemesis of the Yin Evil Skill.
A slight misstep, and it would backfire, leading to severed meridians and a shattered soul!
However, at this moment, Mr. Tang's cloudy old eyes are boiling with overwhelming hatred.
His bony fingers are tightly clutching the doll, his nails sinking deep into the sycamore wood—Lu Yuanhao, that beast, has actually brought an end to the Tang Family lineage!
"A blood debt... must be repaid with blood... one person's blood is not enough to settle the debt!!!"
Mr. Tang squeezed these words through his teeth, his voice hoarse like a ghost's low wail.
What does a perfect Grandmaster of Huajin matter now, what does blood energy backlash signify, none of it is important anymore.
Since his only son has died tragically, right and wrong no longer matter, then the entire Lu Family shall serve as his son's burial accompaniment!
