I'll guess your grandpa…
The Divine Son of the Night Clan had practically been driven mad by Fang Xing; he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Whether it was because he'd revealed his true form, or he was simply furious to the extreme, those eyes that were usually deep and indifferent turned razor‑sharp in this instant, like two sword blades stabbing viciously at Fang Xing's face. With his cultivation, with his strength, those eyes were practically solid; anyone with slightly weaker cultivation might be killed outright by his gaze, or at least have their Dao Heart shattered. But obviously he'd never met someone with Fang Xing's kind of thick skin. Seeing that glare, not only did Fang Xing show not the slightest fear, he actually felt even more carefree and elated, bursting out into loud laughter.
His laughter was wild, echoing far away, shocking the whole night sky, shrouding the entire Hundred Broken Mountain…
