"Old Witch, guess who I am?"
Ye Qingtian had a cold smile on his lips.
"How dare you! You dare to desecrate the Taiyin God!"
Seven or eight samurai drew their swords and attacked, their blades flashing, and chilly air raging.
"Get lost!"
Ye Qingtian slapped out, and immediately, seven or eight people were sent flying backward.
"How dare you!"
All the samurai and Yin-Yang Masters present glared angrily at Ye Qingtian.
"Who are you, exactly?"
The woman coldly asked, her voice sounding like the wails of ghosts and wolves, making one's scalp tingle.
Ye Qingtian's mouth curled into a cold smile: "Weren't you asking who killed that kid?"
"Was it you who did it?"
The woman demanded angrily.
"Yes, that's right."
Ye Qingtian chuckled.
"He is indeed the son of Ye Kuangfeng. I failed to kill him back then, and now he's back!"
Hattori Chihane let out a roar.
The woman's body trembled: "What? It's you? You're still alive?"
