Ye Hong was enraged by Ye Sheng from the inside out.
This feeling was different from the sword-wielding old man. The sword-wielding old man was an opponent of his generation. He could be considered an opponent, but he had never been an opponent of Ye Sheng.
In Ye Hong's eyes, Ye Sheng was a person that he could control at will. He was his son, an existence that he could control life and death.
But now, due to an accident, he had loosened his control over Ye Sheng. Ye Sheng seized the opportunity and jumped out of his control. A few years had passed, and he had grown to this stage.
Ye Hong was filled with regret, anger, fear, and all sorts of emotions. Only when they were combined together could he have such a furious appearance.
"Ye Sheng, you deserve to die. You're just like your mother. Both of you annoy me. Go To Hell."Ye Hong's face was filled with anger as he shouted coldly.