Even Meng Tong's father's face turned pale, shocked and horrified.
"Meng Tong, don't talk nonsense! Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Xu!"
Far from apologizing, Meng Tong instead removed the sunglasses from the bridge of his nose, revealing a pair of heterochromatic eyes that were starkly black and white, like two swirling vortices of darkness, staring intently at Xu Shanwu.
"What did you see, tell me," Xu Shanwu softened his tone, not letting go of Meng Tong's right hand. In fact, he gripped it tighter.
Meng Tong looked silently at Xu Shanwu and slowly put his sunglasses back on, "You will die, die today... It is an extremely terrifying will."
Xu Shanwu stared at Meng Tong.
Indeed, from the moment he saw Meng Tong, he had already known what the boy's Transcendent Ability was.
[Death Perception]!
This Transcendent Ability was not unique to Meng Tong.
It had appeared a hundred years ago.
Xu Shanwu had also studied it.