Not enough? Qin Sanguan and the others were stunned upon hearing Yang Ye, and then they shook their heads and gazed at Yang Ye like they were looking at an idiot.

“You said that we aren’t sufficient? Hahaha!” Lin Huang gazed at Yang Ye and said, “That’s the biggest joke I’ve ever heard. Looks like even your mind isn’t working properly once it’s engulfed by despair. I….”

A ray of light flashed, and then Lin Huang’s voice stopped abruptly.

Yang Ye was in front of Lin Huang, and a sword was stabbed through the center of Lin Huang’s forehead. It was naturally Yang Ye who held the sword’s hilt.

Yang Ye gazed at Lin Huang who’d frozen on the spot and said, “You just can’t shut up!” He pulled out his sword once he finished speaking.

Hiss!

A strand of blood sprayed out from the center of Lin Huang’s forehead.

“You….” Lin Huang stared fixedly at Yang Ye and seemed to want to say something. However, a ray of light flashed through his throat before his head flew up into the air.

“I’m not interested in listening to your nonsense!” Yang Ye waved the sword in his grasp, and it immediately started howling incessantly. At the same time, he turned to look at Qin...