"You truly have guts. You indeed turned a blind eye to the name of the nine great aristocratic families."
A slightly hunchbacked old man with his hands behind his back walked in slowly.
Behind him, seven or eight people followed him in. One of the Yao family's elders instantly recognized Qin Yu.
"Qin Yu, you killed my Yao family's Holy Son. No one can protect you."
His expression revealed terrifying killing intent.
"Noisy!"
With a touch of the green light, the pupils of the Yao family's elder lost their demeanor.
Qin Yu's green sword had already destroyed his soul.
The old man did not seem to notice it at all. He covered his nose and said.
"Where does that strange smell come from? How disgusting!"
"Elder Ni Yun, this is the prince of the Great Xia Royal Family. The one that his descendant has already been sent to the Ni family."
A cultivator from the Ni family said softly from behind.