Zhu Bufan was still not at ease; he cautiously approached Zhu Wu's body, and seeing Zhu Wu's chest that still had a slight rise and fall, a flicker of killing intent flashed in his eyes. He clenched his fist once again, aiming to smash Zhu Wu's head with a punch.
"Young one, dare you?"
At this moment, amidst a light call, accompanied by the voice of an enraged man, a man in his thirties appeared in Zhu Bufan's sight. His appearance was surprisingly similar to Zhu Wu's by five parts. He was none other than Zhu Wu's biological father, Zhu Xing, whose Martial Arts cultivation had already reached the early stage of the Eighth Rank.
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
Zhu Bufan was not one to give up easily. His fist slammed down fiercely, producing a cracking sound. Blood instantly splattered, and brain matter burst out as Zhu Wu's head turned into a pulverized watermelon under the heavy blow.
"You... ah... Xiao Wu..."
