With those words, Shang Wen Dong suddenly grabbed a piece of skin from his arm and tore it off.
Rip!
Along with a clear ripping sound, Shang Wen Dong let out a scream, and a spray of fresh blood burst out.
Shang Shufang was stunned on the spot.
It was too cruel.
He never imagined his father could be so cruel to himself.
Even Ye Guichen was astonished, not understanding what Shang Wen Dong was trying to do.
However, the Ghost Hiders wailed upon seeing Shang Wen Dong tear off his own skin: "Judge, Judge, you can't!"
It was clear that the Ghost Hiders knew what Shang Wen Dong was about to do.
Shang Wen Dong gave a miserable smile: "If I die today, no one will be able to avenge Old Yama, but if I survive by a fluke, even if I become a cripple, there will still be hope for revenge."
