Mad Southern Ye, Who Else Will Die If Not You?

Compared to the stir outside, it was extremely peaceful at the Martial Alliance headquarters.

The Martial Alliance elder, Feng Kuohai, sat on the grandmaster chair and looked at the four old silhouettes standing before him. Each of them had a terrifying aura coming from them.

"Guys, I believe you guys have gotten the chief's order!"

Feng Kuohai got up and clasped his fists at the four of them. "Mad Southern Ye must die. Otherwise, he will bring trouble to Martial Alliance. Therefore, after the battle between Mad Southern Ye and the Unparalleled Sword ends, please do your best to kill him!"

"Yes, Sir!" The four of them nodded at the same time.