"Cang Sheng, just agree to him!" Yan Huazong, with graying hair, flashed a cold light in his eyes as he transmitted his power through his voice.
Yan Cangsheng nodded with a sullen face, gritting his teeth as he squeezed out a few words from his mouth: "Fine, I hope you don't play any tricks, otherwise the Blood Slaughterer will surely die."
Right now, Yan Zhen's life was in Xiao Ye's hands; he had no choice but to agree. Moreover, he was very aware that his ancestor must have had his own plans.
Any schemes Xiao Ye might have would be insignificant in the face of absolute strength.
"Humph, do you think you can save the Blood Slaughterer using this method? How foolish!"
"Once I rescue Zhen, I won't harm you, but the Blood Slaughterer will never walk out of the Yan Family's doors alive. I will make you regret this!" Yan Huazong's heart surged with a torrent of killing intent.
This move by Xiao Ye had completely enraged him.
