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Slap!
Before Ye Fan could speak, Wang Bing beside him raised his hand and delivered a slap across Young Master Yang's face, "Dumbass! The fuck are you asking about my ancestors for when it's your damn problem? Think carefully before you answer!"
Wang Bing looked at Ye Fan with a mix of trying to please and feeling depressed.
The Evil-Purging Formation that Ye Fan employed just now had "purified" Yang Ming into nothingness, the power was simply too terrifying!
So ancestors are indeed ancestors, an existence beyond one's reach, huh?
"I..." Young Master Yang looked at the Old Celestial Master, then at Ye Fan. Both of these figures were devilish beings, neither of which he could afford to provoke!
