Speedsters can do Whatever they Want!

Even a Buddha could still get angry, not to mention that Demon King Stanley was a Demon. The head of his mount had been tossed to the center of the great hall, blood still flowing from its stump. It looked no different from a pig's head that someone had brusquely chopped off. Stanley was sighing repeatedly, his gaze turning cold.

"Revenge begets revenge," Xia Fan said. "You're just making it sound like Flame Soul only has just one son. If it was not Flame Soul's son who had died but the two of us, does that mean our fathers ought to come and take revenge?

"Don't think just because you're good with a few words means you can claim the high ground to act gentlemanly and reasonable. That might be effective on others, but you can spare me all that superfluous talk.