Li Mu Yang had been waiting for an opportunity.
Because he lacked a true understanding of Song Gudú's strength, he had fallen into danger from the very beginning, his throat caught in Song Gudú's grip.
Falling into the hands of an expert like Song Gudú and being subdued by his ability, One Glance, Thousand Years, One Instant, Ten Thousand Miles, Li Mu Yang had only one road left: death.
At least, that was what everyone would have thought.
No one could escape from Song Gudú—not even those Divine State-level experts. Once their necks fell into Song Gudú's hands, they would most likely lose all thought of resisting. Whether he killed or spared them was decided entirely by a single thought from Song Gudú.
Li Mu Yang had tried to break free, but it had been completely useless.
Later, Song Gudú began torturing Li Mu Yang. He used the Netherworld Qi beneath the earth to condense Dragon-Smiting Nails that even the dragon race found difficult to withstand.
One nail after another was driven in through the crown of his head. Li Mu Yang was in such agony that he would rather die than live, yet he still gritted his teeth and held on.
He still needed an opportunity.
It was also his only thread of life.
If that strike failed, he, his family, his parents and younger sister, and the entire Lu Lineage would all be slaughtered to the last by this old dog.
What he had never expected was that this opportunity would be created for him by Lu Qingming.
That man who was actually his father, that man who had fallen heavily wounded yet could not bear to watch his son suffer with his own eyes, that man who knew he would die yet still fought with all his