Xiao Yang's words made Ann hesitate for a minute, but she was reluctant to think that her brother had died in Xiao Yang's hands anyway.

What's more, before he came to Yanjing this time, his father had told himself that no matter who killed his brother or why, he had to cut off his head to pay tribute to Antianyu's spirit in heaven.

Thinking of this, Ann Natural's sword in his hand, brushing, and pointed to Xiao Yang's chest.

"Anyway, you made my brother die. You must die!"

During the conversation, Ann's sword suddenly waved, and the sword uttered a crisp voice of dragon chant. The lightning-like tip of the...