Ye Qingtian spoke with certainty, a hint of lightning flashing in his eyes as if tearing through the void.
Hearing this, Long Zhanye took a deep breath: "Mr. Ye, it seems you are determined to oppose my Spiritual Technique Long Family?"
Ye Qingtian's smile deepened, radiant and unrestrained.
He didn't regard Long Zhanye at all.
"As the saying goes, 'The road to heaven is open, but you choose to trespass into hell!' I don't want to see him again!"
At a command from Long Zhanye.
Suddenly, two elderly men in black robes appeared out of thin air.
"Two Martial Kings? This time, no matter what, that brat must die, right?"
With the two Martial Kings taking action, Ye Qingtian was bound to die.
Long Zhanye already knew the outcome and turned to leave.
But after taking three steps, an unexpected change occurred, and Long Zhanye couldn't help but turn around.
What appeared before his eyes was a shocking scene—
