"Give it up, You Haiyin," Gan Ruifeng said with a cold sneer. His icy words matched the frost in his expression. The bloodstains on his face showed how hard You Haiyin had fought to resist.
"You Haiyin!" Cai Xueqing shouted, his voice ringing out like a challenge. "Stop fighting, and we promise to let the You Clan's bloodline survive!"
For cultivator clans, protecting their bloodline was more important than even their cultivation inheritances. Without descendants, what was the point of passing down their methods?
But You Haiyin only laughed bitterly. "The You Clan would rather die than bow down!"
"Even if today is our end, we will make sure you pay dearly!" His voice wavered with exhaustion but stayed firm. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as he spoke.
