Although Master Tianxuan was unable to move, his ability to speak was completely unaffected.
"Ye Haochuan, you shall meet a wretched end! A wretched end!" Master Tianxuan cursed loudly, his eyes filled with resentful venom.
"If you must blame someone, blame yourself for being so naive, huh, followers of heretical ways, all of you deserve to be exterminated. Did you think that I, Ye Haochuan, would spare any disciples from the Netherworld Sect?" Ye Haochuan sneered, and then sealed his mute acupoint.
Instantly, Master Tianxuan was unable to speak, only his eyes remained wide open, full of rage.
Ye Haochuan, however, couldn't care less and immediately began to consider how to use others to accomplish his killing.
After all, a blood oath was not something to joke about; if he were to act personally, it could bring disaster upon himself, which would be an unworthy trade.