The only person in all the world whom Xuanyuan Tianhao could call Father was one man.
The current patriarch of the Xuanyuan Ancient Clan, Xuanyuan Dongling.
Xuanyuan Dongling looked at his son and asked, "How do you feel?"
"Not bad. I just lost my physical body."
"My soul is fine." Xuanyuan Tianhao replied.
Hearing this, Xuanyuan Dongling finally turned his gaze toward Tu Renwang in the distance.
"Tu Renwang, if I remember correctly, there seems to be no grievance between you and my Xuanyuan Ancient Clan, is there?"
"And yet today, you tried to kill my son. If I had not arrived in time, the new-generation leader of my Xuanyuan Ancient Clan would have died by your hand!"
"Tell me, then. How should we settle this debt?"
Tu Renwang listened to him and gave a cold, disdainful laugh. "Xuanyuan Dongling, you people of the Xuanyuan Ancient Clan truly are more hypocritical than the last!"
"To kill me, you even used the Xuanyuan Sword, and now you are still here putting on an act?"
"Your cultivation is only one minor realm above mine."
"If I refuse to let this go today, do you believe I can drag every last one of you down to the grave with me?!"
Tu Renwang truly found the people of the Xuanyuan Ancient Clan revolting!
Young and old alike, they all wanted to treat him like a dog and toy with him!
He, the Spirit Exterminating Slaughter Emperor, might stand alone, without any faction beneath his command.
But if he truly fought for his life, whether Xuanyuan Dongling could retreat unscathed remained to be seen!
On the contrary, Xuanyuan Dongling should be the one feeling wary!
He might not fear Tu Renwang, but his son was still here.
Once they began fighting, a clash of peak