Kill, Kill, Kill

"Tang Hao, how dare you try to kill my auntie."

Under the blinding sunlight, the silhouette of a young man could be seen standing on a roof in the distance, looking down at what was happening. Dressed in black attire and carrying a blood-colored long spear on his back, he gave off a dominating sense of aura.

"Mo'er?" Seeing this silhouette, Xuan Ji squinted her eyes - a familiar voice, a familiar face.

She had imagined her execution in thousands and millions of ways, but she had never expected Ye Mo to appear.

It had been mere months since the league war ended. The young man, who had barely managed to escape the Tianwu Kingdom back then, now carried a significantly more mature aura with him.