The self-righteous look on his face made Meng Yang's vision go black with rage.
A spear crackling with murderous intent swung toward Xu Zhiyuan, cleanly hacking off a section of his arm.
Blood gushed as the severed limb thudded to the floor.
Xu Zhiyuan cried out in pain and clutched his arm. When he looked up, his eyes were consumed by hatred.
He never would have thought his own martial uncle would do this to him!
By now, he and the Mountain Gazing Sect were one. When one prospered, both prospered; when one was disgraced, both were disgraced. 'Doesn't he understand that?'
"If you treat me like this, aren't you afraid the Mountain Gazing Sect will be scorned by the entire world?"
"Right now, you have no choice but to keep this secret with me!"
Now that all pretense was gone, Xu Zhiyuan saw no need to keep up the act.
He wasn't without powerful backing. Once Grandmaster Wu returned, he would surely stand up for him!
This was the source of his confidence!
"Hah!"
