In the middle of the Four Directional Divine Pillars, beneath the Divine Veil, the figures of the two had vanished; at this moment, Yan Ye had already rushed to the center of the Divine Veil with Beiting Huang in his arms. The golden light, flowing like molten gold, obscured their forms from view, so that even Ming Xiu could not sense their current location.
But there was no doubt, they were about to break the heaven-sent blood contract.
"How dare you!"
Ming Xiu was not driven by the fury from Beiting Huang's humiliation. After all, more than ten thousand years ago, when Xi Feng conspired with the Spirit God Clan, tempting him with the lure of the heaven-sent blood contract to deceive Beiting Huang and form the contract with her without her knowledge, he was tempted. And in this matter, he was in the wrong.
