"You… How dare you hurt my son." Yang He was furious when he saw his son being beaten up. He instantly drew his spear and attacked.
But just like before, Ye Qiu only waved his hand lightly and sent him flying.
In the face of absolute strength, any gorgeous move was like showing off in front of an expert.
"Pfft…" After suffering a heavy blow, Yang He was in complete despair. He was filled with regret.
A single mistake had brought irreparable destruction to the family. He was a sinner of the family.
"This is the great clan of Guangling? A frog at the bottom of a well, what a joke…"
Ye Qiu calmly glanced at Yang He and was about to execute him when…
"Junior Brother Ye, show mercy."
"Hmm?" Ye Qiu looked at the sky in confusion and saw a flash of light. A middle-aged man in a Daoist robe walked over.
"Who is this person?"
Everyone present looked over curiously.