Ye Tianqiong's words left Ye Zhenmo's face filled with unwillingness. It was not because of Ye Junhai and the others. To him, Ye Xiwen was the one he truly wanted to deal with; everyone else was nothing more than ants, not even worthy of a second glance if not for Ye Xiwen.
What he truly cared about was Ye Tianqiong's decision. Though it was a punishment that struck fifty blows at each side, in the end, Ye Tianqiong was still favoring Ye Xiwen in his eyes.
Maiming fellow clan members, and this was all the punishment amounted to?
Yet Ye Zhenmo did not argue. He had thought of an even better method. Though Ye Xiwen's relatives would be transferred away, he had never cared about those ants in his eyes. Ye Xiwen was the only one who mattered. Once Ye Xiwen entered the Demon Realm Passage, would he not be walking straight into a dead end? Ye Zhenmo had plenty of ways to torment him.
The crippling of his beloved disciple's martial arts had already driven him into utter fury. He wished he could beat Ye Xiwen to death on the spot.
But he also knew that with Old Ye and Ye Tianqiong present, that was fundamentally impossible.
"Hmph, Patriarch, I shall take my leave!" Ye Zhenmo snorted coldly and departed at once.
Ye Tianqiong paid him no heed at all. Instead, he looked toward Ye Xiwen. There was naturally no need to doubt Ye Xiwen's talent. In just a few short years, he had risen step by step to the point where he could defeat and kill even Celestial Realm experts. Yet he was equally capable of stirring up trouble.
It seemed he had been like this since long ago. Previously, there had been the matter of the Yin-Yang