This sentence is far more effective than any threat. Shi Chang immediately let go of Wu Jun, dispersed his Dharma Aspect, and exclaimed in terror, "No!"
"No what?" Xue An asked leisurely, simultaneously applying more pressure, pinching Xu Gaotian's throat so that it made a rasping sound as his eyes rolled back.
"Don't kill my son!" Shi Chang's voice was hoarse and his eyes full of fear.
Xue An laughed.
A smile with a hint of mockery.
"Your son? Are you sure he is really your son?"
Wu Ai, who was injured, trembled all over, vaguely guessed something, and looked at Xue An with blazing eyes.
Shi Chang's face showed no sign of change, but he stared intently at the hand that Xue An used to pinch Xu Gaotian's neck. Every time Xue An's fingers moved, Shi Chang's eyelids would twitch.
That deep father-son bond was enough to move anyone.
At least Qie Weilan, sitting in the corner, had a thought flash through her mind.
