“How dare you!” Yang Xu roared with fury, and he vanished on the spot once he finished speaking. However, a Blood Puppet immediately charged at him.

Bang!

Yang Xu was pushed over 300m away, but the Blood Puppet was pushed back too.

Meanwhile, Yang Ye’s sword had cut fully into Yang Yan’s throat. However, Yang Ye didn’t cut further in, so Yang Yan was still alive.

Lu Lige glanced at Yang Ye, and then he wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead. At this moment, he realized that Yang Ye had no intention to make peace.

A smile curled up on the corners of Yang Jian’s mouth, “He’s a man. But it isn’t very wise.”

The black robed old man behind him asked, “Young Master, do you think he’s a threat to you?”

Yang Jian chuckled, “He has no intention to be the successor of the clan!”

The black robed old man asked, “Why?”

“He has quite the temper!” Yang Jian smiled, “If he wanted to become the successor, he wouldn’t do that.”

His gaze descended onto Yang Ye, and there was a strange glow in them as he continued, “He really has quite the temper. However, the Discipline Hall and Yang Xu aren’t so easy to deal with...