Xue Qiye's eyes were cold. His lips parted slightly, and a voice that seemed to come from the nine heavens slowly rang out. "Damned Blood Spirit Clan! If I hadn't been careless back then, I wouldn't have been trapped by those beasts!"
"Ye Shitian is my last disciple, and he will kill all of those b*stards! Your Blood Spirit Clan is only the beginning!"
The sage-like old man spat out another mouthful of blood from the sound waves that Xue Qiye produced.
Under normal circumstances, he would laugh if someone else said those words. However, coming from Xue Qiye, he had no choice but to believe them.
At the same time, he finally understood the identity of the masked kid…
Ye Shitian!
He was Xue Qiye's disciple! If he did not die prematurely, his strength would definitely become even more terrifying in the future!
He had to escape and hide!
