No one could bear to look at Yuwen Taiji. He looked as indifferent as always, his heterochromatic pupils looking at the young man’s corpse. However, the elders by his side stepped away from him, feeling a heart-palpitating pressure from standing next to him.

“Hand her over! Make her entire family accompany Shengcheng in death!” Yuwen Fengtian roared. Yuwen Fengtian coughed out blood again. Yuwen Shendu had been trained by his father, but this grandson was the one he had raised. Of Yuwen Shengcheng’s bad temper, at least seventy percent had...