"I advise you to give yourselves up and stop this pointless struggle. With so many of our elders in control, even an expert at the Saint King Stage would be suppressed here!"
Mei Qingyuan looked coldly at Yi Tianyun and Shi Xueyun. He was well aware of Shi Xueyun's identity, but now that his son was dead, what was the point of keeping her around?
They had always had high hopes for the union between Shi Xueyun and Mei Yiming. Now that Mei Yiming was dead, all of that was meaningless. Seeing the two of them holding hands, his inner fury surged to astonishing heights, and he wished he could hack Yi Tianyun and Shi Xueyun to pieces.
"Give ourselves up?" Yi Tianyun said indifferently. "And what would you do to us after that? Lock us up somewhere to rot, or are you planning to flay us alive?"
"I will use your blood and flesh to appease my son's spirit!" Mei Qingyuan hissed. "Seize them!"
