Meng Yun reached out and restrained Meng Shizhang.
The next moment, an immense aura rose within the hall.
Meng Shizhang's Father was furious. They were not taking him seriously, bullying his son right in front of him.
"You two, stop..."
Meng Tian glanced at him.
"Shut your damn mouth and get the hell out of the way. Ancestor witnessed this—are you treating Ancestor's words like wind passing by your ears?!"
"Ancestor said back then that as long as I awakened a higher Bloodline Purity than his, I could beat the living daylights out of him."
"What, when he had people pin me to the ground back then, you old bastard didn't show your face. Now that your son is suffering, you come crawling out?"
"Go to hell. Just watch how I deal with your son!"
Meng Tian glanced over, then walked toward Meng Shizhang with a pair of scissors in hand.
"Don't move. If you resist, you're disobeying Ancestor."
Meng Shizhang's eyes widened as he looked pleadingly at his father.
"Stop! You two, we can give you whatever compensation you want!"
"Meng Yun, aren't you short on resources to break through Level 50..."
There was not the slightest ripple in Meng Yun's gaze beneath her veil. Resources?
"I'll trade the merit I earned from killing Foreign Races for resources that can help you break through Level 80, in exchange for Meng Shizhang's life. Will you trade?"
"..."
At those lightly spoken words, everyone felt a chill crawl down their backs.
Meng Shizhang even felt as though he might never see tomorrow.
Meng Tian looked into a mirror and touched the scar on his face with a hint of infatuation.
"I said I'd replicate this scar on your face."
The icy tip of the scissors touched Meng Shizhang's face. He struggled