This son, really did not give him any peace of mind. Causing trouble with the disciples of the Medicinal Saint Valley was one thing, but then picking a fight with the Mu Family was practically asking for a beating and a scolding.
Zhao Hong walked out from behind his father with a timid look on his face, not daring to defy his father's orders.
Now, only his father could save his life, and he certainly did not dare to offend his father.
"Tell me! Did you or did you not harm the young master of the Mu Family and kill him?" Zhao Tianba pointed at Zhao Hong and furiously demanded.
His voice thundered like a clap of thunder, startling Zhao Hong.
After calming his startled heart, Zhao Hong weakly replied, "Father, I did not kill him, I only taught him a lesson."
"So, did you kill him or not?" Zhao Tianba continued to inquire.
"No... I did not!" Zhao Hong answered, trembling with fear.
