The disciples of the Dao Order revealed slightly grim expressions. Could he be planning on killing Elder Zhu Yuan?

Zhu Yuan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he turned around to look at Yang Ye, “What? Are you sure that you want me and the disciples of my Dao Order to stay?”

Yang Ye chuckled, “I Yang Ye, repay both kindness and enmity. I owe a debt to the founding ancestor of the Dao Order, so I will absolutely not act against members of the Dao Order if they don’t try to act against me. Thus, besides you, all the other disciples of the Dao Order can leave.”

Zhu Yuan stared at Yang Ye as he said, “Are you sure that you can make me stay?”

Bang!

The cape on Yang Ye’s back suddenly unfolded into a pair of wings, and he pointed Yellow Springs at Zhu Yuan, “Want to give it a try?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Qing and the Sword Servant, Li Yun, flashed forward and surrounded Zhu Yuan from both sides.

Zhu Yuan slowly clenched his fist tightly, and his eyes flickered with ghastly killing intent and coldness.

“Yang Ye!” Suddenly, Fu Jinxian said, “I know that you don’t fear...