"Your scheming runs so deep. You truly are a bastard spawn."
Chen Changsheng stared wide-eyed at Shangguan Wanyu. At this moment, he hated the woman before him even more.
Why had she come back? Why had she come back?
Their family had been perfectly fine. They had once been happy and whole—so why had she come back? Why hadn't she died out there?
Chen Changsheng roared inwardly, but he did not dare say those words to her face. After all, Shangguan Wanyu was his sister in name.
"Die."
The moment Shangguan Wanyu spoke, she lunged at Chen Changsheng. There was not the slightest trace of fear in his eyes, and the two clashed in an instant.
"Wonderful, truly wonderful. A son and daughter fighting to the death? Sure enough, no one in this world is truly perfect."
"Exactly. Though my strength can't compare to Chen Fan's, when it comes to raising children, I still have the edge. My little brats may be good-for-nothings, but they're nowhere near the point of slaughtering their own siblings."
"Right, right. My two sons may be detestable—I want to beat them whenever I see them—but at least they're honest and well-behaved."
"Ah, Chen Fan still has much to learn from us when it comes to teaching children."
The battle atop the platform had thoroughly entertained the powerful experts watching below.
At this moment, their respect for Chen Fan had greatly diminished. In their eyes, the strongest man beneath heaven was nothing more than this.
Every family had its own scripture too difficult to recite. At the very least, when it came to teaching children, Chen Fan was far inferior to them.
As time passed, the outcome of the battle on the platform had more or less been decided. Chen Changsheng was now kneeling on both