Song Donghai watched as Elder Liang's body fell heavily to the ground, meeting a pair of dark eyes. The man's skin was snow-white, and there was still fresh red blood on his rosy lips. The corners of his mouth slowly curled up into an extremely disdainful and arrogant smile.
Nangong Yan's provocation drove Song Donghai to the brink of anger. He glanced around, and all he could hear was the sound of fighting and screams, and more and more of their people were falling to the ground.
Song Donghai was heartbroken. The people he had brought were the elite of the Taiji Sect, and if this continued, the Taiji Sect would suffer heavy losses.
Looking at Elder Liang's corpse, he pointed angrily at Nangong Yan, his eyes nearly spitting fire, "You beasts should be dismembered and sent to the eighteen layers of hell."
Nangong Yan's smile grew even more sinister and disdainful, "Are you talking about yourself?"
"Insolence."
