I want to kill to my heart’s content!

His voice resounded through Phecda City like a thunderclap.

Lu Lige glanced at Yang Ye and muttered, “Addicted to killing…. Has this fellow… gone mad?”

Actually, Yang Ye did seem quite insane right now.

He was extremely unhappy. He didn’t want to return to the Yang Clan, but the Yang Clan forced him to return. However, after he returned to participate in the fight for succession, the Yang Clan felt he was a threat and wanted to eliminate him!

Death awaited if he didn’t return, and he had to die even after he returned!

Bullshit!

This was reality. The stronger party would never care about the weaker party’s feelings. It was like an emperor in the mortal world. If the emperor wanted his subject’s head, then that person would have no choice but to die. Why? Because the emperor was strong!

In a world where the strong were respected, the strong could do as they pleased, and the weak could only accept their fate!

“Cough!” Suddenly, a light cough resounded.

Yang Ye and Lu Lige turned towards its source. Two men were walking over slowly...