The moment the words left his mouth, Gu Lun suddenly gritted his teeth, and the poisoned needle he had kept hidden at his fingertip for half his life shot out soundlessly, aimed straight at Gu Yifan's spear-holding wrist.
All his life, he had insisted on standing tall in victory and dragging his opponent down with him in defeat. Even if he lost today, he would cripple Gu Yifan's hand before he died.
Who could have known that the poisoned needle, steeped in three-thousand-year-old soul-devouring poison, would be burned to ash by the netherworld fire radiating from Gu Yifan before it came within half a foot of him, leaving not even a wisp of poisonous smoke?
Gu Lun froze completely. Watching Gu Yifan walk up to him, even his voice began to tremble. "You... what exactly do you want? I'm your own father!"
"My own father?" Gu Yifan scoffed, raising his spear and lightly lifting Gu Lun's chin with its tip. "The moment my immortal bone awakened, you handed me over to Gu Cang so he could dig out my bone to patch up your precious son's spiritual root. That was your fine work as my own father?"
The spear tip pressed slightly harder, slicing through Gu Lun's skin. Burning heaven fire burrowed into his meridians through the wound, making his entire body convulse in pain. Cold sweat instantly soaked his brocade patriarch's robe.
The elders on the raised platform watched the scene, none daring to step forward to stop it-the terrifying pressure that had nearly frozen the Grand Elder's divine soul still weighed on their hearts. They all knew that this young man must have someone powerful backing him. The Gu Family could not protect its patriarch today.
Gu Yifan raised his hand and clamped it over the crown of