"Father, Jiang Xiaoyu personally crippled my cultivation and pushed me off a cliff. That isn't a lie. It was precisely because he pushed me off the cliff that I met my master." When he mentioned his master, Jiang Xiaobai's expression turned respectful. "It was also my master who saved me and granted me a fortuitous opportunity."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Suanjing shot his son a vicious look. His eyes were filled with the frustration of trying to turn iron into steel, along with the urge to hang this good-for-nothing son who was incapable of accomplishing anything yet excelled at ruining everything, then beat him senseless.
Couldn't you have handled things a little more cleanly?
Why didn't you just cut off his head and throw him into a pot of boiling oil? Wouldn't that have killed him properly?
Look at things now. We had victory in our grasp, but one wrong move had cost us everything.
"Jiang Suanjing, did you hear that? Your son tried to kill mine." Jiang Anlang stared at Jiang Xiaoyu, his eyes blazing with a murderous light as sharp as a blade.
If his son hadn't been blessed with such a strong fate, he would have become a ghost by now. How could Jiang Anlang possibly endure that?
Jiang Xiaoyu was doomed to die!
"Go and finish him yourself. Take revenge for yourself." Jiang Anlang spoke to Jiang Xiaobai.
"Alright." Jiang Xiaobai didn't waste words. He walked up to Jiang Xiaoyu, bared his teeth in a grin, and said, "Good deeds bring good rewards, and evil deeds bring evil retribution. It's not that there won't be retribution—it's only that the time hasn't come."
As his voice fell,
Jiang Xiaobai raised his palm and pressed it down on Jiang Xiaoyu's head. Jiang Xiaoyu had been arrogant moments ago,