The instinct of a killer allowed Xi Yu to see through Yue Mingxuan's forced calm at once.
Thinking about how this man had just belittled him until he was worth nothing, a trace of pleasure flashed through Xi Yu's heart.
"Being stubborn with words is useless," Xi Yu said slowly. "You might as well hurry and go see him one last time. If you're lucky, you might even leave him a bit of bloodline."
Hearing Xi Yu speak so crudely, Yue Mingxuan felt disgust rise in his heart. He turned away and said coldly, "I already told you, I have nothing to do with him. Believe it or not, that's up to you. As for you, once your injury heals, leave as soon as possible. Just looking at you makes me feel sick."
This man really was stubborn to the core.
Xi Yu secretly gathered a strand of inner energy at his fingertips.
With a light flick of his hand, he shattered half of Yue Mingxuan's sleeve.
"Your virgin mark is already gone, yet you're still acting stubborn."
