"If I don't kill you, I, Ye Heng, swear not to be human!"
Ye Heng's entire body was brimming with battle intent, his eyes blood-red, roaring maniacally.
He often bantered with Jin Feiyan, and Jin Feiyan frequently teased and opposed him. But this was precisely a sign of their close relationship as siblings in the martial arts way. Yet now, seeing Jin Feiyan kneeling on the execution platform, looking vacant like a puppet.
And then looking up at those elite from the Tianya Haige standing tall, looking down on everyone with disdain.
The killing intent in Ye Heng's heart grew even more intense.
Upon the city tower of the Wumen.
A handsome young man sitting on the golden dragon chair leaned slightly forward, laughing heartily without a care: "Kill me? If your master were here, I'd be somewhat apprehensive. As for you? A mere first level Heaven Venerate thinking of killing me? Utterly laughable, moreover..."
