Witnessing this scene, everyone couldn't help but tremble slightly, fear emerging in their hearts. It seemed that no one had anticipated that this man would be so ruthless.
Compared to Dongfang Ying and Meiniang, Dongfang Jun was obviously in more pain.
After all, the pain of a soul being scorched was not something ordinary people could endure.
Soon, Dongfang Jun's soul was burned to ashes under the flames and scattered with the wind over the square...
"Jun'er!"
Dongfang Liang cried out in agony, his eyes filled with rage as he stared at Ye Wuchen, "Young Master Ye, what do you mean by this?"
The man coldly swept over Dongfang Liang's pale face, his lips curling slightly, "Didn't you ask me for an explanation? This... is my explanation!"
Didn't you ask me for an explanation? This is my explanation—
Even though his tone was indifferent, it sharply struck everyone's ears, their eyes stunned as they stared at the silver mask on his face!
Yes, this was his explanation!
