"Beiwang Blade!" Beside him, Beiming Kuangxue's face also suddenly changed greatly, and the image of a lawless man vaguely appeared in his mind; "Ye, Brother Ye, could it be that you are the rumored son of Beiwang, Ye Wudao?"
"Indeed!" Ye Wudao nodded indifferently.
Boom!
Long Hao, as if struck by lightning, staggered back, his face full of fear, saying, "You, you are actually the infamous son of Beiwang, Ye Wudao!?"
"Hehe, are you scared?" Ye Wudao's mouth curled with disdain.
"Ye Wudao, you, the descendant of a criminal, have no right to participate in the royal family-hosted ancient martial arts competition! I, I will expose you to the royal family, and I will have you buried without a place to die!" Long Hao said angrily.
Everyone knew that the royal family and Beiwang had a deep-seated hatred!
Years ago, the royal family nearly fell at the hands of Beiwang!
"Unfortunately, you won't get that chance!" Ye Wudao sneered, placing the blade on Long Hao's neck.
