"Li Yang, on that island, I'll make you wish you were dead!"
An aura of savage violence erupted from Zheng Qian, and a ferocious look twisted his features.
"Dad, I want that Li Yang dead!" At that moment, his son, Zheng Yi, who was beside him, roared in fury upon hearing the news.
He was in a wheelchair, his face also contorted with ferocity, looking completely unhinged.
When had Zheng Yi ever suffered such a loss in his entire life? From the day he was born, his grandfather was a Celestial Level master. Now, his father was Celestial Level and his grandfather King Level. Others could only suck up to him; who would dare lay a hand on him?
Li Yang's actions had sent him into an indescribable rage.
Glancing at the crazed Zheng Yi, Zheng Qian frowned slightly and said, "That's enough, Yi. Look at yourself."
