"Back... fall back quickly." Old Master Tian suddenly staggered backward, his cane striking the ground in a chaotic tattoo.
As his second son, Tian Qingzheng, hurried to support him, he found his father's withered palm digging deep red fingerprints into his arm.
"If this fellow is not eliminated, he will surely become a grave menace." A hoarse whisper squeezed from the old man's throat, his cloudy pupils trembling violently as if he saw the Grim Reaper walking slowly out of the smoke of war.
Chapter 70