The Su Clan's Old Master was so angry that his face turned red. He felt that he had been utterly embarrassed. He did not dare fight Gong Xifan, and he could only throw the Lightning Snake Magical Whip viciously to the side of Ye Jiuge's legs.
"You little c*nt, I will remember this!" he bellowed, then shook off Ye Shanshan's hand, turned, and left.
"Grandfather, wait for me!" Ye Shanshan hurriedly chased after him.
Ye Jiuge's lips curled into a smile as she squatted down to pick up the Lightning Snake Magical Whip. Then, she dipped it in some blood, wrote a few lines in massive letters on the Su Clan guards' corpses, and flung them toward the large residences.
"Jiuge, what are you doing?"
