Today, indeed, is a great disaster for the Ye Family.
"Leaving?" Sai Ye sneered, "Old Master of the Ye Family, are you out of your mind? A young brat thinks he can escape from the hands of the Eight Intermediate War Kings? Isn't that too ridiculous?"
Ye Zhenkun's face turned pale; indeed, even if Ye Qingfeng escaped at this moment, how could he evade the pursuit of the eight martial arts masters?
A sense of desolation filled his heart. His gaze fell on Ye Qingfeng, but it calmed down instead.
"Forget it, there's no escaping death today!" He chuckled, shaking his head slightly, "I never thought the one accompanying me, this old fellow, to the end would be you, this mischievous boy."
Thinking of Ye Qingfeng's debauched nature, he didn't feel too disgusted, only regretting his lack of ambition. Additionally, because of Qin Xin and Liu Mei, he had only grown to dislike Ye Qingfeng more.
Yet, his heart still held deep affection for this son of Ye Yan, his nephew.
