On the city walls, Beichuan Tian’s figure grew more and more ethereal, and when he saw Yang Ye’s group vanish into the sky, a smile curled up on his face before he vanished completely.

Self end!

At the moment Yang Ye came to the Beichuan Clan, all the hope and thoughts he had were instantly destroyed.

Yang Ye refused to spare the Beichuan Clan!

There was only one way to make Yang Ye spare his clansmen.

His death!

Besides him, all the other experts of the Beichuan Clan who had hunted Yang Ye had already been killed by Yang Ye. Yang Ye would never let the matter rest while he remained alive, and only his death could bring peace to his clan!

Actually, both Shiyuan Xing and Beichuan Tian didn’t know that the only reason Yang Ye made such a compromise was that An Nanjing was alive.

…

Yang Ye shot through the sky on his sword.

At this moment, Snowy had returned to her usual self. She was holding the Sword Gourd in front of Yang Ye and ceaselessly waving her little paw. As she...