Yet the moment that thought crossed Lin Fan's mind, an icy gaze suddenly frightened him so badly that his entire body shuddered.
When he cautiously raised his head to look, he received a terrible shock.
"G-Grand Martial Ancestor..."
As he looked at Qin Wuyou, who had suddenly appeared before him, Lin Fan could only bury his hatred and force out a strained smile, though inwardly he hated him to death.
Looking down at the crippled Lin Fan, Qin Wuyou made no attempt to hide the murderous intent in his eyes. He gave a cold laugh. "Lin Fan, isn't it time we settled the score between us?"
"Between us..."
Qin Wuyou's words left Lin Fan trembling with fright. He turned a pleading gaze toward the First Peak Master beside him.
There were far too many grievances between him and Qin Wuyou.
The hatred of having one's wife stolen alone was a blood feud that would not end until one of them died.
What was more, he had subsequently taken Qin Wuyou's position as Holy Son.
Of course, it now seemed that the position of Holy Son meant nothing at all to Qin Wuyou.
He was the Xuantian Ancestor's personal disciple, the Grand Martial Ancestor whom everyone in the Xuantian Holy Land had to bow to and respect.
Why would he care about a mere Holy Son's position?
Seeing Lin Fan's pleading gaze, the First Peak Master had no choice but to step forward. He glared at Lin Fan and barked, **"Lin Fan! You unfilial disciple! How dare you attack the Grand Martial Ancestor? You truly don't know the height of heaven or the depth of earth! The Grand Martial Ancestor has crippled your limbs but spared your worthless life. Be grateful for that! Hurry up and thank him for showing you