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A long purple robe, a head full of purple long hair, Ying Tian still appeared as proud as he did more than a year ago, exuding a very proud aura, or rather, an imperial presence.
The kind of unquestionable aura in his words made it impossible for anyone to defy.
At this moment, when Ying Tian spoke, although his voice was very small, it was resonant, allowing everyone present to hear it clearly.
Especially the elderly man at the middle stage of the Divinity Transformation Realm, who blocked Ye Xuan and injured him, his face now showed several traces of shock and surprise.
The elder's dry eyes were full of thorn-like blood streaks. He stared coldly at Ying Tian and said indifferently, "Young master, the Family Head is not home. You...have no right to decide the second young master's life or death."
"Is that so?"
Ying Tian gave a cold smile, his icy gaze fell on the elder's body like a sharp blade.
"General Bai, this traitor...can you kill him?"
