"Ye Wushuang, I am doing this for your own good. Hand over your son quickly!"

Ye Wushuang stood arrogantly among the heroes, his indifferent voice resounding throughout the world.

"If you want to kill my son, you can only step over my body!"

"Ye Wushuang, since you don't listen to dissuasion and insist on going your own way, then you can't blame us, kill!"

The war broke out.

Thousands of people besieged Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang held the baby in her arms and held a long sword as she charged into the crowd. Soon, blood was everywhere.

Ye Qiu's eyes turned red when he saw this scene.

"More than twenty years ago, in order to protect me, my father faced the siege of thousands of masters alone, fought his way out of the capital, and finally disappeared..."

"No, I have already met my father."

"This is Onmyoji's illusion."
Chapter completed!