After taking out the Memory Stone, Wang Lie casually tossed it to Wang Yue at the side. "Record this properly, hear me?"
Wang Yue caught the Memory Stone and looked coldly at Wang Lie.
"What are you looking at? Letting you return to Central Province is already a gift from the Lineage. If not for your decent control over Bloodline Power, forget losing an arm—even if you died outside, no one would care." Wang Lie sneered at Wang Yue. "What, do you feel wronged having to follow me around?"
At those words, Wang Yue clenched the Memory Stone in his hand with all his strength. The next moment, with a bang, he crushed it to pieces.
Wang Lie's expression changed slightly, and he swung out a palm.
Smack!
A crisp crack rang out as Wang Yue was sent flying by a streak of spiritual light, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"What? Do you still think this is when your elder brother Wang Xiong was around? Your brother abandoned you. Otherwise, he would not have left you and your mother behind. Your mother is dead—do you want to die too?!" Wang Lie said blandly.
Wang Yue stared fixedly at Wang Lie, his face dark. Only after a long while did he take another Memory Stone out of his Ring of Holding.
The most outstanding member of the Wang Family's younger generation had never been Wang Lie, but Wang Xiong.
It was only because Wang Xiong had vanished without a trace that Wang Lie became the foremost of the younger generation.
"If you look at me like that again, I'll tear out your spiritual roots. Then we'll see whether, after losing your vital essence and growing old, you'll become just like that dead mother of yours. It would count