The slave mark within Ye Chaofan had barely been cleared when he immediately reverted to his true colors, turning back to glare at Ning Xiaochuan with killing intent soaring to the heavens.
The fury on Mu Yun King's face had yet to fade, and he too looked at Ning Xiaochuan with an icy expression.
In the eyes of this father and son, Ning Xiaochuan was already a dead man. They could not even be bothered to waste another word on him.
After staring at Ning Xiaochuan for a moment, Mu Yun King waved his hand disdainfully. "Yang Gan, I'm handing him over to you. I do not wish to see blood in my Mu Yun King Great Hall. Find somewhere else and deal with him yourself."
"Yes, Mu Yun King." Yang Gan drew a deep breath and stepped before Ning Xiaochuan, preparing to seize him.
Yet Ye Chaofan suddenly stopped him. "Wait, General Yang Gan. Don't kill this man for now. Leave him to me."
Yang Gan halted and looked at Mu Yun King hesitantly.
Although Ye Chaofan was Mu Yun King's son, in terms of status, he was not qualified to order Yang Gan around.
Mu Yun King waved at Yang Gan, signaling him to hold his hand for the moment, then looked at Ye Chaofan. "Chaofan, do you intend to keep him and execute him yourself?"
"Not just that, Father. There is something quite strange about this man. Look at his energy index. It is only a little over one right now, yet even after I put on the Heaven Calculation Puppet, I was still no match for him." Ye Chaofan stared viciously at Ning Xiaochuan.
Now that the slave mark Ning Xiaochuan had planted within him was gone, he naturally recalled at once how Ning Xiaochuan had