Yang Fei gritted his teeth, not expecting Tang Qianjue from the Tang Sect to be such a despicable person.
Yang Fei clenched his fists tightly, looking at Tang Qianjue and slowly saying.
"Don't push it. I just don't want to ruin the relationship between Yinxue Tower and the Tang Sect."
"Kneel immediately and pledge allegiance to me, or else I'll turn Mad Blade into a poisonous corpse right now."
"Even if you have Ten Thousand Zhang Dao Cultivation, you simply cannot save him."
Tang Qianjue shouted sternly, with a flickering dim green glow appearing in his palm.
Yang Fei glanced at Mad Blade on the deck, his mouth spewing fresh blood, his gaze dull as if he no longer recognized Yang Fei.
His neck had been ground torn by the collar of cast iron, gory and bloody, yet he still struggled desperately.
The untamed, unrestrained Mad Blade, the spirited Mad Blade, the Mad Blade who would sacrifice for his brothers...
He is Yang Fei's brother, yet being humiliated like this!
