The Great Elder grabbed Xiao Yun, looking at him now, with disheveled hair and his face full of bloodstains, even his arms were broken by Ye Feng. The Great Elder felt incredibly heartbroken. Under his knees, he had no sons, only this one disciple, not knowing how much time and effort had been spent cultivating Xiao Yun. But now, he was tortured so miserably by Ye Feng, how could he not be furious?
"Ye Feng, do you admit your guilt?" The Great Elder's eyes were filled with bloodthirstiness, revealing a fierce gleam, incomparably mad.
However, Ye Feng still looked disdainful: "Old dog, I've been displeased with you for a long time. If you're not convinced, come and kill me!"
