Arrogant! Wild! Overbearing!
Long Qie at this moment perfectly embodied these three adjectives.
No one dared to meet his gaze, they didn't even wait for him to speak; the Ye Family's members were already hastily kneeling to the ground, pleading for mercy, or swearing that they would never again offend the might of the Evil God.
Only Ye Jinzhao, as if losing his soul, stood aside, staring blankly at Ye Zhengyang's corpse.
Ye Zhengyang was now lying in a pool of blood, dead with his eyes open.
"I, I actually killed my own son with my own hands."
"I, I killed my own flesh and blood!"
Ye Jinzhao shakily raised his only remaining right hand. Although there was not a trace of blood on his palm, in his eyes, this hand was filled with the stench of blood, causing him to feel revulsion.
His entire state was as if he had been possessed, his aura fluctuating unpredictably.
Long Qie glanced at him, a cold sneer forming in his heart.
