Hua Tianhai slowly stood up from the ground, his expression looking somewhat dazed.
Beside him, Hua Yunfei was helped up by Yurong.
Although Hua Yunfei had been saved, his arms were completely lost.
Even if Hua Yunfei was a Martial Artist in the Blood Refining Realm, losing his arms meant.
His strength might struggle to even withstand against a lesser Martial Artist in the Blood Refining Realm.
Seeing his son, whom he had nurtured wholeheartedly, end up in this tragic state, Hua Tianhai's eyes were filled with vicious glare.
"It's all because of this woman. Father will take care of this disaster for you!"
As he spoke, Hua Tianhai's figure flashed to the front of Hua Yunfei, raising his aged palm to strike at Yurong's face.
However, midway through, Hua Tianhai's hand stopped in mid-air, not landing down.
Because Hua Yunfei had already moved his body to block his father's attack.
"Father, your son is unworthy, now almost like a cripple."
