With every word Qian Tong spoke, Zorro's face darkened, his blood-red eyes glinting with a bloodthirsty light.
Seeing this, the vengeful smile on Qian Tong's face grew wider.
"Is what he said true?"
Zorro stared at the purple-robed young man.
The young man in purple was, of course, Ye Wushuang. His expression didn't change as he descended through the air and asked, "And what if it is?"
Zorro's eyes narrowed. The words were spoken with such casual arrogance. 'And what if it is?' It was as if he were asking, 'What can you do about it?'
Enraged, Zorro shot into the sky and said coldly, "If that's the case, then you will pay the price."
His blood-red saber slashed upward, unleashing a powerful, deadly force that tore through space. Blood-colored True Essence surged toward Ye Wushuang.
Seeing this, Guo Yurong and the others below watched with bated breath. If Ye Wushuang died, they would surely not survive.
