Sunxiao's pupils constricted sharply. "You've met... my father?"
Qiao Yi crossed his arms and leaned casually against a large tree. "How did you know he was your father? The Sky-Swallowing Python clan has fallen on such hard times that only your bloodline remains."
Sunxiao's expression turned frigid. As far as he knew, there were only two Sky-Swallowing Pythons left.
One was him, and the other was Qiao Lie.
The father he could barely remember was long gone, because before him, no Sky-Swallowing Python had ever found a Saint Crystal.
Without a Saint Crystal, death was only a matter of time for them.
But now, Qiao Yi was telling him his injuries were, in fact, the work of a Sky-Swallowing Python.
"You say you're stronger than him. In that case, I'll just have to test for myself how capable you really are."
Qiao Yi struck when Sunxiao was almost completely defenseless.
