"Ha ha ha..."
Ye Cang suddenly burst into laughter, drawing countless gazes. He said, "I knew this day would come, which is why I signed the highest-grade blood contract with you. Now you don't dare kill me at all, or you might die a miserable death."
"You!"
Zhao Fu roared in fury, a powerful aura sweeping out like a violent gale and filling everyone with alarm. They could not help but admire Ye Cang somewhat—he actually dared speak like this before such a terrifying expert. Was he truly not afraid of being blasted into scraps?
Clang!
The terrifying cloaked figure among them drew a gray crystal sword. Powerful strength poured into it, causing it to emit an incomparably dangerous sword light, as though he truly intended to kill Ye Cang.
Ye Ningshuang had no idea what was going on either, but seeing her man about to kill her family's inheritor, she could not help stepping forward. Coming to Zhao Fu's side, she said with a troubled expression and a trace of pleading, "My love, don't do this!"
Zhao Fu was taken aback. He had not expected Ye Ningshuang to come forward. In truth, Zhao Fu had never intended to act from the beginning, and how could he possibly make a move? Ye Cang and Zhao Fu were originally the same person. This was merely an act, meant to give him a chance to withdraw unscathed.
Now that Ye Ningshuang had stepped out, she had given Zhao Fu a perfect way out. Everyone saw the incomparably powerful cloaked man snort coldly, glance at Ye Cang, and say, "In the future, don't come begging me for matters concerning your Night Dynasty."
Then, with one arm around Ye Ningshuang beside him, he turned into a streak of light and vanished beyond the horizon.