Ye Qingshan greatly acknowledged and admired Ye Yu's talent.
But Ye Yu was also the best possible replacement for Ye Chengjun as a sacrifice.
No matter how one looked at it, Ye Yu was extremely important.
But now, Ye Yu's spiritual root had been crippled—not by an outsider, but by one of their own.
How could Ye Qingshan accept this?
If Ye Yu had already awakened his Bloodline Power, it would have been one thing. At the very least, it would not have delayed his becoming a sacrifice.
But now that Ye Yu's spiritual root was gone, how could he absorb the power within the ancestral land and awaken his Bloodline Power?! One had to know that the spiritual root was the medium for all power.
Stared at by Ye Qingshan, the man trembled from head to toe and hurriedly explained the entire sequence of events in full.
After listening, Ye Qingshan tightened his hand. The man immediately let out a muffled sound before his entire body exploded into a rain of blood.
"Clan Elder, save me! I don't want to become crippled!" Ye Yu cried weakly.
But Ye Qingshan merely glanced back at Ye Yu, snorted coldly, and turned into a streak of light as he departed.
With his spiritual root gone, he was crippled. If his Nascent Soul had been destroyed, that would have been easy enough to deal with—they could simply dig out someone else's Nascent Soul and replace it.
A spiritual root was different. Once it was gone, one was crippled beyond all remedy.
Moreover, Ye Qingshan had no doubts whatsoever, because the trace of aura he had planted through the Yin Yang Wuji Pill had also vanished.
Only after Ye Qingshan left did Ye Yu rise to his feet, wipe the blood from the corner