Nian Bing was a wise man who had experienced all kinds of things in Bing Xue City. He was never keen to get into trouble. If someone simply insulted him, he would just regard them as an annoying fly. However, the man had insulted his mother, which was the deepest wound in Nian Bing's heart. Suddenly, Nian Bing's eyes changed, but his face showed a hint of a smile.
The man suddenly felt cold, a chill sweeping over him for no reason, "What the hell are you smiling at?" Trying to cover the fear rising in his heart, he lifted the hand resting on Nian Bing's shoulder to strike him in the face.
"Smiling at your dad." A mystic blue light flashed by like smoke. A scream as horrifying as a pig being butchered resonated through the Mercenary Guild as a pool of blood burst into view.
A twitching hand fell to the ground. The man screamed in agony as his wrist spurted fresh blood. His face turned pale, and he fell to the ground, shouting in pain.