“Yang Ye! Don’t you dare!” Yin Xuan’er roared furiously.

Yang Ye stopped moving and said, “Miss Yin, I’ll give you one last chance out of consideration for the relationship we had in the past. Otherwise, I’ll do as I’ve said.” Not to mention slaughtering the royal family of the northern territory and the Treant Clan, he would even attack the Hallowed Grounds without the slightest hesitation for An Nanjing.

Shu Xin’s face had turned ghastly pale while terror filled her eyes. She might be doubtful if it was anyone else who spoke these words, but she absolutely believed it when it was Yang Ye. After all, if this man before her was enraged, then he would be a complete and utter god of death.

She hurriedly spoke before Yin Xuan’er could speak, “Young Master Yang, my Treant Clan is willing to give you...