Ye Zhiqiu turned his gaze, casting a light glance at Yan Yiqiu.
After a few seconds of silence, Ye Zhiqiu finally said, "My grievance with Long Chen is personal, and I do not wish to involve my clan or take sides with the Yan Royal Mansion against the Dragon Palace. I hope the Princely Heir can understand this. Therefore, I won't join you in fighting against Long Chen. Ganging up on him is something I, Ye Zhiqiu, cannot do."
"Heh, such false nobility."
Yan Yiqiu sneered mockingly.
Ye Zhiqiu frowned and then chose to ignore Yan Yiqiu.
Taking a deep breath, Yan Yiqiu no longer hesitated and shouted loudly, "Everyone, attack! Let's gang up and beat Long Chen mercilessly; just make sure not to hurt that girl, she's the future Heir's Consort."
"Kill."
"Long Chen, you little brat, prepare to die!" Yamamoto Dabong from Dongyang Country also shouted.
"Kill."
Over thirty people charged at Long Chen all at once, with a tremendous momentum.
