"You dare say our Blood Soul Clan is nothing but a pack of stray dogs? Who does this brat think he is? He's not even qualified to lick the soles of our shoes."
"I didn't expect this brat to actually break the restrictions. His thoughts are truly naive. Does he think our Blood Soul Clan will let him go? What a fool's dream!"
"Blood sacrifice this pest!"
"Blood sacrifice this pest!"
…
More than a hundred members of the Blood Soul Clan around them were shouting and waving their arms, showing no gratitude towards Ye Chenfeng. To them, it seemed that Ye Chenfeng breaking the restrictions was only right, and he must die at the hands of their clan.
Gui Xiongtian and Feng Lengyao, these two old men, wore smiles of satisfaction. Their only regret was that they couldn't personally end Ye Chenfeng's life. Gui Xiongtian shouted coldly, "Brat, your friends will soon accompany you on the journey to the afterlife."
