"Ye You, don't send these useless fools up to die. If you want the heart of the Demon Emperor, come and take it yourself." Ye Qingtang smiled, but her eyes held no mirth whatsoever.,At that moment, a golden light shot down from the sky and struck Ye Qingtang who was falling.,The melodious, low voice was ripped apart by the raging wind. The man slowly crouched down, his long and handsome fingers reaching towards the gushing wound. wisps of breath constantly flowed from Ye Qingtang's wound, dotting the man's palm, condensing into a half-bright heart.。