Gulp!

Both the old Emperor and the red-haired youth made the same noise.

Inwardly, they cried out in alarm, An Emperor Realm shadowmark was killed so easily?

They both felt a chill creep up their spines, the previous calm expressions on their faces nowhere to be seen.

"Do you want that to happen to you as well?" Xiang Shaoyun asked indifferently.

At this moment, Xiang Shaoyun viewed himself as a saint. Otherwise, why would he be so kind toward these two? Why would he have saved the Han Clan sisters repeatedly? Of course, the two before him would definitely disagree. They were right to disagree, though. A person who sliced an Emperor's head off and smashed it with a stomp without hesitation was definitely no saint.

"Brother,...