Yuan Haoning's face was a mask of disbelief, her eyes filled with incredulity. "Haolin, you... I've always taken care of you, treated you like my own brother. You—"
Yuan Haolin sneered, his eyes dripping with contempt. "Your own brother? You? What do you think you are!"
Yuan Haoci said coldly, "Enough. There's no point in saying more! The Yuan Race doesn't raise trash. Since you're worthless now, you should accept reality! Where is the Ten Thousand Beasts Demon Cup? Hand it over, unless you want to end up like your mother!"
Yuan Haoning's delicate body trembled, and a terrifying, cold glint suddenly shot from her eyes.
That look made Yuan Haoci instinctively take two steps back.
"Hm? Who's there!"
Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, Yuan Haofeng barked out a shout.
Immediately after, he sent a Battle Soul charging toward a patch of dense forest nearby.
"SHLICK—"
The Battle Soul cleaved a black trench in the earth, stretching for nearly a thousand meters.
