"At least you have the sense to let me take charge, old man. Since you do, I'll give you a chance."
Seemingly oblivious to the strangeness of Xue Yi, Yang Xiao walked over and spoke nonchalantly.
He had just annihilated three sects, reaping a large number of Storage Rings and three Northern Wilderness Sword Orders.
He had been in a great mood, but the shamelessness of these two men soured it completely.
However, getting him—Yang Xiao—to forgive these traitors?
Not a chance.
As for the other two sects, they all breathed a collective, inexplicable sigh of relief upon seeing Yang Xiao approach the members of the Pure Yang Sword Sect.
The people from the Ice Profound Sect, in particular, felt as though they had just survived a catastrophe.
Although Yang Xiao could still turn on them at any moment, every second they remained alive was another chance. 'Maybe he won't kill us?'
