Lu Ye stepped forward, overlooking Ye Xiong from a higher position.
The indifferent gaze finally made Ye Xiong panic.
"Young Master Ye Liu, I am your second uncle, you can't kill me. You're still young, you don't want to live with the guilt of killing a relative, do you?" Ye Xiong spoke with difficulty, his innate desire to survive still present even in such dire circumstances.
What responded to him was only a flash of saber light.
What does Ye Xiong, Young Master Ye Liu's second uncle, have to do with me, Lu Yiye!
Ye Xiong died, his eyes wide with disbelief that his nephew would strike so decisively.
In the depths of the night, Tyrannical Saber Villa descended into chaos.
The news of Pang Wanhai and Ye Xiong's deaths spread rapidly; the disciples who had stayed behind hurriedly left, and Ye Xiong's wives fled in all directions, fearing Lu Ye would come and eradicate them all.
Lu Ye had no such inclination.
