Lie Lianheng's words made two icy rays of light suddenly burst from Ning Wangshu's eyes. He abruptly raised his head and stared fixedly at him, saying coldly, "Good, very good! So that's how it is, so that's how it is!"
"No wonder you have obstructed This Seat from taking Anran away so relentlessly, even sending out someone at the Eighth Level of the Immortal King Realm in person."
"No wonder the cultivation technique Anran practices is so strange, and why you forcibly used external force to stimulate and raise her cultivation without any regard for whether her foundation was stable."
"Now everything makes sense..."
As Ning Wangshu spoke, the killing intent on his face grew ever denser. He then said coldly, "This Seat had originally considered that Anran was, after all, a disciple of your Mysterious Immortal Palace and did not wish to make things too ugly. I never expected that you would treat her as a Dinglu!"
"Since that is the case, there is no need for This Seat to show any mercy!"
He was indeed incomparably furious at this moment.
He had thought that even if the people of Mysterious Immortal Palace had forcibly taken Shen Anran away back then, they had merely taken a liking to her and accepted her as a disciple of Mysterious Immortal Palace.
But he had never imagined that their true purpose was to use Shen Anran as a Dinglu to help Lie Lianheng break through to the Immortal King Realm and contend for the position of Holy Son of Mysterious Immortal Palace!
Seeing the fury on Ning Wangshu's face, Lie Lianheng seemed utterly fearless. Instead, he sneered with confident mockery, "You, show mercy? Heh, with our ancestor here, you're nothing more than a grasshopper after autumn. You won't be jumping around for