A myriad of doubts flashed through his mind.
But soon, Ye Ming's expression changed as he realized something. A chill ran through him, and with no time to think, a vicious glint appeared in his eyes. He raised a palm, divine light flashing, and struck the man supporting him, shattering his chest with a single blow.
The sudden attack happened so fast the man couldn't even react. His eyes widened in death as he fell to the ground, killed on the spot.
'Trying to frame and slander me at a time like this…'
A chill ran down Ye Ming's spine, his limbs growing cold. 'How did they find out my real name?'
The next moment, a brilliant, ice-cold sword light shot toward him from beside the sea of blood. Ling Zhuyun's black hair danced in the wind, her gaze utterly frigid, devoid of any warmth.
"Ye Ming, are you still trying to deceive me, even now? To think you are so malicious and your methods so ruthless! I was a fool to ever consider you a young prodigy. I completely misjudged you."
