As soon as these words were spoken, Yue Hongyuan was immediately shaken, and then his face became extremely ugly.
As the head of a branch of the clan, how could he not understand what these words meant?
It was apparent that this young man, who Yue Shifang valued exceptionally, wanted to use him as a sacrifice.
Thinking of being considered a disposable whetstone from the beginning, Yue Hongyuan fell into a near-hysterical frenzy.
"Guilty? What crime have I committed? I merely wanted to replace that sickly fellow, that's all, is this...?"
Thud!
The dull sound of a sword slicing through skin blocked all his subsequent words.
Blood spurted out.
Yue Hongyuan slowly lowered his head, looking incredulously at the tip of the sword protruding from his neck.
Blood was dripping down the blade incessantly.
Yue Hongyuan felt dizzy, and all his strength was rapidly dissipating.
Meanwhile, a calm and cold voice came from behind him.
"Is it what?"
