Translator: Aran

  On a small floating peak.

  Ye Qingyu slowly rose to his feet.

  In his eyes, there was undisguised anger and killing intent.

  It would not be his first time killing.

  But it was the first time that Ye Qingyu wanted to kill.

  The rules of the Storm Sword Duel made Ye Qingyu unable to save Xie Yuan the pitiful old man, because he knew well that, if he did help out, it would give the Greater One Sect the chance that they had been looking fo..