"What have you done, aren't you perfectly aware of it yourself?"
Ye Jiuxiao didn't want to say much to him and directly pulled out a guard's saber, chopping it onto the table beside Ye Yunting.
Amidst the flying wood shavings, Ye Yunting could distinctly feel the murderous intent emanating from him.
Ye Jiuxiao truly wanted to kill him!
Even if Ye Yunting tried to appear calm, facing such a force, he had shown cowardice from the start.
Realizing his own fear, Ye Yunting felt even more infuriated and embarrassed.
He had always been proud and arrogant, so this fear was undoubtedly extremely embarrassing for him.
But no matter how crazed and furious he felt inside, Ye Yunting still tried hard to maintain an appearance of nonchalance.
"What are you doing, uncle? Barging into my War King Residence unprovoked and now confronting me with weapons, do you really intend to kill your nephew?"
