As the word "Kill!" rang out.
Ye Qingxian sprang into action in an instant.
Her stunning figure in a red dress seemed to melt into the void.
A sharp longsword flashed out, and the sound of it leaving its sheath echoed between heaven and earth.
In truth.
The moment Ye Qingxian's expression changed, the Seventh Ancestor had already felt a faint premonition of disaster.
His heart sank.
Because.
No matter how confidently someone spoke, facing the longsword Ye Qingxian had drawn still stirred a trace of unease.
Ye Qingxian was consumed by fury. She had no room to consider anything else, and attacked with all her strength from the very first move. Across the battlefield, blades flashed like the wind and snow of a bitter winter, turning into icy edges that mercilessly reaped the enemy's lives.
She didn't see these people as members of her family.
From the moment they'd decided to target Ye Xiaoyao, they were no longer her kin. They were no different from beasts.
Ye Qingxian never held back against beasts devoid of humanity.
"Ye Qingxian!"
"How dare you—"
At that very moment.
The endless wails of agony were like a series of ceaseless slaps, striking the Seventh Ancestor across the face.
The more confidence he'd put into his bold words just moments ago, the more ridiculous they seemed now.
What a joke.
Ye Qingxian didn't even give a damn about you.
Even though he'd had a faint premonition before Ye Qingxian acted,
reality offered no room for wishful thinking. Things still unfolded toward the outcome he least wanted to see.
Not only had Ye Qingxian refused to side with the family, she was even helping Ye Xiaoyao slaughter the Ye Family's people.
The Seventh Ancestor flew into a rage. "Ye Qingxian, do you even know who