Huang Ying and A’Leng glanced at An Nanjing but didn’t say anything.

They were naturally aware of her. She possessed the Martial God Physique.

It was especially so for A’Leng because she’d experienced An Nanjing’s strength for herself. It could be said that An Nanjing wasn’t any weaker to all three of them.

An Nanjing wasn’t good with words, so she didn’t say anything, and the surroundings fell silent.

In the Primordial Pagoda.

Yang Ye sat cross-legged in the cultivation room. He was thinking about something right now!

His bloodline!

He hadn’t sensed it when he used the Madness Sword Technique while in that mad state, but now that he thought about it, he noticed that his blood seemed to have been undergoing some sort of change. Moreover, at the moment he was at the peak of madness while attacking, his blood had actually started to boil slightly. However, it only took a moment to calm down again.

It was boiling!

His blood had been boiling!

That was what Yang Ye had grasped.

The Yang Clan had always possessed the Mad Demon Bloodline,...