Inside the stone hall, the smell of blood mixed with the metallic reek of the bronze doors opening and closing, rushing into his nasal passages. Ye Fan looked at the blood droplets still sliding down the nine-ringed saber at Wang Ba’s waist, his Adam’s apple twitching slightly—when he had been ambushed and surrounded in his past life, his enemies’ blades had gleamed with this exact cold light.
His fingertips unconsciously stroked the location of his Inner World against his chest. In the space three inches wide, the Jiuxiao Huanpei emitted an extremely faint tremor in rhythm with his heartbeat, like a response to his tense nerves.
"Is Young Friend Ye reminiscing about something?" Wang Ba’s voice sounded like sandpaper scraping across an iron pot. The rivets on his dark iron heavy armor clinked crisply, and with every step he shook the rune array on the stone hall floor until it faintly glowed. "Lord Zhao said that as long as you hand over the Jiuxiao Huanpei, I will spare the lives of your entire Ye Family."
Chapter 80