But his words were entirely laughable in Ji Fengyan's ears.
As a General of the Kingdom of the Sacred Dragon, Yang Shun was a well-respected person by all, while Situ Ba was just plain repulsive.
Situ Ba looked smugly at Ji Fengyan's increasingly grim face. He suddenly said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Your father encountered the same fate that year. Demons surrounded him at that time, it was truly… very tragic… I was just standing nearby with my troops. We watched as those demons swallowed him and his. Tsk tsk… his skin and flesh were all torn to shred by those demons…"
Before he could finish his sentence, a cold light flashed across Situ Ba's face.
A piercing pain radiated from his cheek.
A bloody gash had appeared on Situ Ba's coarse cheek. Fresh blood dripped from that wound.
An arrow was anchored right before Situ Ba, and it had originated from a bow shot from behind him.
"Who is so daring!" Zhan Fei shouted.
