"Pfft—"
Shen Boxia's body split open with gashes so deep the bone showed. The crimson blood that sprayed out looked especially shocking against the pure white snow.
Under Liu Jiahao's assault, he had been completely pushed into a disadvantage.
He could no longer suppress his existing injuries.
His eyes, ears, mouth, and nose—
all bled profusely.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk."
"How pathetic."
"So this is the top genius from the south?"
Liu Jiahao turned back theatrically and asked, "What do you all think? Could he be a fake?"
"Young Master."
"He is indeed that super genius from the south."
"Shen Boxia."
"In the south, he was among the very best."
A row of subordinates stood behind him. Someone immediately chimed in, wearing an admiring expression as he respectfully said, "But geniuses have ranks too. Someone like him may naturally stand above ordinary people."
"But right now, he is facing you, Young Master."
"Compared to you—"
"he is merely the glow of a firefly in rotting grass. How could he contend with the brilliance of the sun and moon?"
"Well said."
"Hahahaha!"
Liu Jiahao was delighted. Standing with his hands behind his back, he looked down at Shen Boxia and said mockingly:
"Shen Boxia, what else do you have to say now?"
"I can give you a chance."
"As long as you kneel, kowtow to me a few times, and call me Dad. Then obediently let me cripple your arms and legs, and I might consider sparing your life for now."
The subordinates beside him immediately started egging him on.
"That's right."
"Being able to call Young Master Dad is a blessing he cultivated over ten lifetimes."
"Young Master is getting the short end of the stick."
"Exactly. Young Master is just too soft-hearted and righteous. Taking him as a son—wouldn't