"Ye Qingfeng, are you really an emotionless demon? Or an untamable hungry wolf? No matter what I do, you insist on endangering the nation?"
Ge Min gritted his teeth, feeling both anger and helplessness.
"Is it really necessary to kill you?"
Ge Min couldn't understand Ye Qingfeng's actions, nor did he know why Ye Qingfeng had turned out this way.
He was unaware of Shui Yiyi's death, nor did he comprehend the hatred between Ye Qingfeng, Wan Potian, the Luosheng Sect, and the Soul Devouring Hall of the Ancient Martial World sects.
When Ye Qingfeng was angry, he wouldn't explain, nor did he need to say more; he would use endless slaughter to resolve the hatred in his heart.
Wan Potian, Ma Gu, the Luosheng Sect, Good and Evil Envoys, Judge... would all become the souls beneath Ye Qingfeng's sword, becoming nightmares for these people.
