Situ Jing carried a violet spear as he walked toward Nangong Wuyue. "Nangong Wuyue, today is the day your Nangong Mansion falls!"
"Heh heh... cough cough... you're too naive... Even if Ning Xiaochuan has a Heaven-Man-level puppet, he'll still be walking into a dead end if he encounters my father. A true Heaven-Man isn't something a puppet can deal with!" Nangong Wuyue lay amid the Chaos Pile, his face covered in blood, yet he was still laughing.
Situ Jing said, "Your father wanted to control the Situ Clan, so he joined forces with Situ Nanlie to launch a sneak attack on my grandfather, leaving him bedridden for three years and nearly killing him. Over these three years, how many of our Situ Clan's resources have your Nangong Mansion embezzled? Did you think the Situ Clan would not avenge this grudge? My grandfather, the clan's Old Ancestor, and Ning Xiaochuan together have enough power to make your father fall."
Nangong Wuyue's expression changed slightly. If three Heaven-Man-level beings truly joined forces, then his father was indeed in danger.
"My father is the Vice Hall Master of the Demon Fang Hall. If you dare become his enemies, you become enemies of the Demon Fang Hall. Your Situ Clan will surely be wiped out to the last man!" Nangong Wuyue clenched his teeth and roared with all his strength.
"Don't think I don't know that Fang spends all year in secluded cultivation. Let alone killing your father—even if the entire Demon Fang Hall were destroyed, it might not be enough to make it leave seclusion."
Situ Jing did not want to waste any more breath on Nangong Wuyue. He thrust down with the spear in his hand, piercing through Nangong Wuyue's heart and nailing him to the ground.
Ning Xiaochuan controlled the