Carved dragons, paintings of phoenixes, misty cigarettes, the entire Hanxiao Pavilion is extremely luxurious, showing the style of a clan family. Wherever Ye Xuan's eyes came, he saw a person sitting cross-legged on the cushion in front of him, and saw that his cultivation was only at the level of a Saint King.

The Holy King Realm is also a overlord in the entire Chaos World, and it is even more supreme in this small glacial city.

However, for Ye Xuan, the so-called Saint King level is no different from an ant. He wants to kill it in a blink of ant.

What made Ye Xuan most funny was that even though the little holy king ahead had his own cultivation, he showed a majestic look at him at this moment, as if he was a tyrant.

Little ant, pretending!

The simple eight words show Ye Xuan's sarcasm, but today he is not the protagonist, the real protagonist is the boy behind him.

Like walking in the garden, Ye Xuan was walking forward, while the young mother and son followed behind him with a little nervousness.

The more fearless Ye Xuan was, the more he made the leader of the Xiao family feel unconscious. His eyes kept changing. He quickly followed Ye Xuan, and as for the mother and son, he was no longer in his heart.

As the head of the Xiao family, the only thing he cared about was Ye Xuan, and he was constantly guessing what level Ye Xuan's cultivation was.

The cigarette is misty and the sound of the piano is melodious. The four maids are dancing gracefully. The man is black and white, and the beard is full of majesty. It makes people feel awe at first glance. He is watching the maid dance lightly.

"You killed several of my clan members and dared to come here. Aren't you afraid of death?" The ancestor of the Xiao family spoke coldly, and his eyes looked at Ye Xuan. The overwhelming power of the Holy King was also bursting out.

The ancestor of the Xiao family was terrifying. Although he was only experiencing Ye Xuan, the rest of the waves also made several people feel palpitations, and they felt surrender in their hearts.

Dong!

Ye Xuan took a step forward, and the so-called power of the Holy King disappeared instantly, and a look of contempt emerged from Ye Xuan's mouth.

If it weren't for the purpose of attracting the young demonic heart, he would slap this kind of garbage into a paste with just one slap in the face. How could such an ant pretend to behave in front of him?

Dong-dong-dong-dong!

Like thunder clouds roaring, like war drums, Ye Xuan was walking forward. As he fell every step, the entire hall was shaking, the walls around him continued to crack, and the murderous aura of killing thousands of lives roared out.

Such a change completely made the faces of several people dull, and the young mother and son even showed excitement. However, the head of the Xiao family trembled, because no one knew the horror of the ancestor better than him. The ancestor had already entered the realm of the Saint King. Although he was just a little Saint King, this was a real Saint King cultivation.

He thought that Ye Xuan would be immediately suppressed by the power of the ancestor when he entered this place, and he would even kneel down and bow down to the Xiao family, but he didn't expect that this person would shatter the ancestor's aura, and instead exude murderous intent to push him away.

This scene made the head of the Xiao family take a breath of air, and suddenly a very bad feeling arises in his heart, and a look of worry flashes through his eyes.

"Ha ha."

Suddenly!

The ancestor of the Xiao family laughed loudly, and his originally majestic face turned into warmth. He slowly stood up, walked down the stairs himself, bowed to Ye Xuan and said, "I Xiao Baina, I wanted to make a little joke with fellow Taoists, fellow Taoists, don't take it seriously."

The ancestor of the Xiao family said that he would change his face and he would have no power as a Saint King character. His posture was even lower at this moment, which also made the mother and son look stunned.

Ye Xuan's lips outlined and said, "Oh? Are there any of the tribe members who died? Don't you avenge them?"

"Ha ha!"

"My fellow Taoist is joking. If the descendants of descendants are disrespectful to me, they will die if they die. How could my Xiao family take revenge on fellow Taoist?"

The ancestor of the Xiao family spoke sincerely, without any slightest attempt, as if he was furious just now, but it was another person.

"Take the antidote from Guitian Liquid. If you can't hand over the antidote, there is no need for your Xiao family to exist." Ye Xuan didn't want to talk nonsense with such an ant, and directly started the plan he arranged.

Wow!

Suddenly, when Ye Xuan's words had just fallen, Ying Lingxue's face turned pale in an instant, and a mouthful of blood was squirting out of her mouth, and her weak body instantly collapsed.

"Mom? What's wrong with you?"

The next moment, the boy's face changed drastically. He thought Ying Lingxue had been saved by Ye Xuan, but he didn't expect such a change to happen.

"Although I can cure her cold blood disease, she took the so-called Guitian Liquid before. This poison was too domineering. Even if I didn't have the ability to turn things around, I could only save her life by taking the antidote."

Ye Xuan sighed pretendingly, showing an incompetent look.

Of course, all of this was Ye Xuan's arrangement. The small Guitian Liquid was not difficult for him. It was just that Ying Lingxue had to die at the hands of the Xiao family, so that she could inspire the demonic heart in the young man's body.

"Xiao Baina, hand over the antidote."

The boy's eyes instantly turned red. He looked at the ancestor of the Xiao family in anger, but he had forgotten his awe of the Xiao family, and the blue veins on his forehead were squirming like maggots.

"Anti-drug?"

The ancestor of the Xiao family looked slightly pale and looked at Ye Xuan with great fear. There was no antidote at all in Guitian Liquid. Anyone who took this object would undoubtedly die. Where did he go to the boy to get the antidote?

"This...this...?"

The ancestor of the Xiao family was anxious. He was not afraid of the boy, but was extremely afraid of Ye Xuan, because the aura that Ye Xuan had just revealed clearly exceeded the holy king realm. If the other party attacked him, I was afraid that a great disaster would happen today.

puff!

Suddenly, a mouthful of black blood blew out of Ying Lingxue's mouth. Her originally dignified face was already occupied by black gas, and the anger all over her body began to dissipate slowly.

"mother?"

The boy roared in grief, and his whole body was completely panicked. He kept shaking his mother's cold body, and tears in his eyes kept rolling down.

"Sir, please save my mother, please."

The next moment, the young man suddenly knelt at Ye Xuan's feet and asked Ye Xuan for help in grief.

"Why!"

Ye Xuan sighed helplessly: "It's not that I don't save her, but I can't do anything about it."

"All people come, please come here quickly."

The ancestor of the Xiao family was panicked. Although he could not feel Ye Xuan's murderous intent, the central god was extremely trembling, as if something was going to happen.

Soon, amid the boy's grief, a gray-haired old man quickly walked into Hanxiao Pavilion and quickly took Ying Lingxue's pulse.

"I'm really powerless."

After dozens of breaths, the so-called miracle doctor spoke in shame, because the Guitian Liquid was too vicious and his medical skills could not save Ying Lingxue at all.

In fact, even if this miracle doctor can save Ying Lingxue, Ye Xuan will not let Ying Lingxue live. After all, this woman's death is the turning point in her life for the boy.
Chapter completed!