Rage!

Hong Yi said nothing. He watched Shen Tianyang fiercely pinch Zhao Han's mouth open, pull out the Shark Slayer sword in one motion, thrust it into his mouth, and twist! "Meng Bingyun? Who is Meng Bingyun?" Hearing Zhao Han utter that name, Hong Yi's heart inexplicably tightened, and he hurriedly asked. This old man is shrewd indeed. Hong Yi thought to himself, but did not answer. Instead, he sat there grandly, one hand on his sword hilt and the other resting on the tabletop, putting on the full airs of one giving orders. "Yes, Benefactor." This old veteran of the jianghu had also seen through a few things and hastily replied. "Xiantian experts possess 'bronze skin, steel bones, iron organs.' Just now, surrounded and attacked, that fellow's breath became slightly disordered. Clearly, his internal organs have not yet been fully tempered. Moreover, Xiantian experts do not fear Daoist arts that bewilder the mind. What Benefactor used just now was Daoist arts, wasn't it..." "Benefactor, where are you going?" Shen Tianyang hurriedly asked. "Xiao Mu, slap his mouth." "Heh heh, the Taishang Dao values playing through the mortal world and Taishang Forgetting Emotions. Meng Bingyun fell in love, so she brought it upon herself. It is strange enough that the Taishang Dao did not clean house; why would they care whether she lived or died? Heh heh, Hong Xuanji naturally knows how Meng Bingyun died. But if you want to know what happened back then, go back and ask your father. Hurry back—your father will explain it all to you, heh heh, heh heh..." Hong Yi abruptly rose to his feet. "Watch him. I'm going out for a while." Then Hong Yi suddenly slapped the table again, his eyes fixed dead on Zhao Han. The fingers gripping his sword hilt twitched