“You won’t be the one to decide our fate.” Seventy-two Origin Ancestor shouted.0

“Three-eyed and his wife were capable talents, how did they birth such a worthless son?” Li Qiye stared at him and said.1

Seventy-two’s face became ugly and was filled with murderous intent. The casual remark touched his insecurity so he barked: “Who are you?!”2

“That matters not.” Li Qiye...0