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After the youth flew out, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His face became as pale as paper, but he didn't bother to wipe the blood off his mouth.1

After that, the young man fiercely kowtowed as blood flowed out from his head. However, as if he didn't feel any pain, he hurriedly said, "Forgive me, Monarch. This subordinate is incompetent, and this subordinate has just received news of the person surnamed Ye. Then, this subordinate will come forward to report that if the Monarch needs it, this subordinate will immediately investigate this person thoroughly."

"Hmph, investigate. We have to find out for sure." The middle-aged man snorted, "None of those with the surname Ye are good. They deserve to die. "Ye Zhengfeng was killed by me, I don't believe that the Ye Family would be more powerful."

"Then if I find out that this kid called Ye Xuan is from the Ye family, shouldn't I just …" Just as the middle-aged man finished speaking, the youth placed his palm horizontally across his neck and made a gesture.

"Don't worry, investigate carefully first. Although it is not worth accepting your fate, I do not like to kill innocent people recklessly." Saying this, the middle-aged man revealed an evil smile. His expression was cold, as if in his eyes, everyone else was like ants that were worthless.

Soon after, the middle-aged man seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the young man arrogantly and said, "I must investigate this person surnamed Ye. However, before I do that, go to the Northern Wasteland and help me with something."

"As for this Ye Xuan …" The middle-aged man sneered and said, "He's just an ant in the Spiritual Movement Stage. It wouldn't be a big deal even if we let him stay alive for a while. The things over at the Northern Wasteland are much more important than what he's like."

"Yes." Since the middle-aged man wasn't in a hurry, he didn't need the emperor to be in a hurry. In fact, he felt that the middle-aged man was right, so when the middle-aged man finished speaking, his body made a sound as if it was pressed against the ground.

The middle-aged man glanced at the young man and saw that the blood on his forehead was dripping onto the ground. He casually flung something out and the young man caught it.

At this moment, the middle-aged man had already stood up from his seat and walked over to the back while saying, "Look at your nervous face, I'm not some monster. Those who don't know me think I'm a tyrant, you should just treat the wound on your forehead and get out."

When the last word left his lips, the middle-aged man's figure had completely disappeared from the hall. As he watched the man's back as he left, the youth felt as if he had been paralyzed and all the strength in his body was gone. He directly laid on the ground, unable to get up no matter how hard he tried.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man finally crawled up from the ground with great difficulty and took off his clothes. First, he wiped the blood off his forehead and then used a clean side to wipe the blood off the ground, afraid that he would miss something.

Others might not understand the methods of the middle-aged man, but he definitely knew that compared to the cleanliness on the ground, it was absolutely more important than his life. The middle-aged man might not be a 'tyrant', but he was definitely more terrifying than 'tyrant' …

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