Since Ling Xuedu had no authority to question, he could only seek someone who did have the authority to speak with Yin Tianxia.
The blood-clothed youth extended his pale right hand and smoothly created a slit on his wrist, from which blood surged out and flowed in the air.
The flowing blood expanded gradually and formed a bloody face with closed eyes in mid-air.
As the face took shape, the closed eyes slowly opened, and a deep voice filled the hall, "Yin Tianxia, what are your terms?"
"The terms have been laid out; I will take the life of Yin Mei Hall Master, Mu Xiuxiang," Yin Tianxia replied firmly, his voice resolute.
"The Yin Mei Hall is the origin of your Yin Demon Sect, and Mu Xiuxiang, in essence, is also your grand-uncle in the sect. Do you really want to kill her?" the bloody face inquired.
"Ha ha ha ha..." Yin Tianxia suddenly burst into laughter. "I dare to kill my own master, why would I hesitate to kill a so-called grand-uncle?"
