"Ning Luo, you must be buried here today. I'm afraid it's delusional of you to wish to return back to Yunxiao Sect alive." Ye Qingtang's eyes were ice-cold as though they were completely devoid of emotion.
The Demonic Blood Sword drew a blood fog in the air.
Then, Ye Qingtang charged towards Ning Luo with the Demonic Blood Sword in hand.
"Junior Sister Ye, don't be rash!"
Suddenly, Qin Huan and the rest rushed up to stop Ye Qingtang.
"What are you all doing?" Ye Qingtang frowned.
"Junior Sister Ye, the Sect Master's order is to bring this betrayer back to the sect for interrogation. If you kill him, it seems a little inappropriate." Qin Huan explained after thinking for a moment.
"Bringing a corpse back is the same as well," Ye Qingtang said.
"How is that the same? A corpse can't talk…" Qin Huan was speaking halfway but met Ye Qingtang's cold glare.
"If I don't kill him, how about I kill you instead?" Ye Qingtang said.
