When the middle-aged man spoke, not a shred of emotion could be heard in his voice.
He was like a cold-blooded killer.
Especially his eyes—he stared straight at people in a way that made their hearts bristle.
Some people expressed their emotions by shouting and screaming themselves hoarse.
But others sounded calm, while the rage and fury contained within them were like a vast ocean capable of drowning everyone.
"I had only one son. How dare you?"
By the end, the middle-aged man's voice was incomparably repressed, so suppressed that it had become hoarse and deathly silent.
"You... you are..." Xu Zimo immediately reacted and cried out.
"You're Qi Shan's father."
After all, the only person the two had killed since entering these Divine Ruins was Qi Shan.
Moreover, they had not deliberately concealed their identities. They had openly come here to eat, and anyone with the intention to find them could do so easily enough.
Xu Zimo knew that someone would come knocking sooner or later.
But he had not expected it to happen so quickly.
They had not even finished a meal before they were discovered.
"Since you miss your son so much, why not go accompany him?" Xu Zimo suddenly said.
He grinned.
Slowly, he picked up the wine jug before him and poured himself a cup.
"I'm quite merciful. If you want to be reunited, I can grant your wish."
These words seemed to provoke the middle-aged man before him.
He glared at Xu Zimo with hatred.
The fury in his eyes could no longer be contained, as though it were about to gush forth and swallow Xu Zimo whole.
"Boy, you've gone too far in bullying others!"
The middle-aged man slammed his right hand down, intending to shatter the table into four pieces.
Yet when