“We… We might be relatives!” Li TIanshou roared as his surroundings turned a dark red and spots of flickering light swam around him.

As soon as the words left his lips, the crimson tide around him disappeared and those spots of light started to extinguish themselves. Even so, Li Tianshou didn’t feel relieved in the slightest. Instead, he became even more nervous.

That was because he felt the icy cold tip of a spear pressing against the left side of his face. Beads of perspiration dripped down his forehead.

No one knew when, but Shang Xia stabbed a hole through Li Tianshou’s earlobe. Li Tianshou’s divine sense had been widely disrupted before he knew what was happening.

“Relatives? Interesting.” Shang Xia’s voice...