Ye Qingtang stood straight, her bare feet on the soft snow. Her soaked feet melted into the snow, and she tilted her head. Suddenly, she raised her sword, its jeweled tip pointed directly at the man in fine clothes surrounded by a crowd of people.,"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.,But just as it was about to solidify, the energy suddenly dissipated. The heart that had just begun to coalesce scattered like a scattering of stars, falling around Ye Qingtang in an instant and disappearing without a trace.。