"No, no! Young Lord Qin! I was wrong! I misspoke just now! Please forgive me, Young Lord Qin, and give me a chance to choose my words again!"
At that moment, he could not even spare a thought for the tremendous pain from the stumps of his arms. Every trace of his earlier arrogance vanished as he begged for mercy in terror.
But his pleas had come too late.
"Save those words for the King of Hell! What you need to do now is tell me where your Lineage is!"
Qin Wuyou's voice was cold and domineering.
The moment the man heard those words, all the light in his eyes dimmed.
Just then, a figure shot out of the crowd.
It was a middle-aged cultivator at the great saint rank, who flew forward in utter panic.
Pale-faced, the middle-aged cultivator glanced at his armless son, who was drenched in blood. Yet he dared not show the slightest anger or resentment in his eyes. Instead, he dropped to his knees with a thud and begged Qin Wuyou, "Forgive us, Young Lord Qin! This foolish son of mine was brainless and offended you! I hereby declare that, from this moment onward, I sever all ties with him as father and son and expel him from the Lineage! Whatever he does from now on has nothing to do with our Lineage!"
Only when the blood-drenched young man heard his own father's heartless words did he suddenly come to his senses.
The person he had offended was the Imperial Scion of the Qin Family, the Number One Emperor Clan!
What exalted status and standing a member of the Qin Family possessed!
With a single word from Qin Wuyou, he and his entire Lineage could plunge into the abyss.
No wonder even his father had