Bo Yuntian and Yan Zhizhong positioned themselves to the left and right, forming a pincer shape as they looked at Xiaobao, appearing as if they intended to jointly confront him.
Xiaobao remained unfazed, holding the terrified Yan Donglai, who was almost wetting himself, in one hand, and sneered, "Step further in, and prepare to collect this useless boy's corpse."
Bo Yuntian glanced at Yan Zhizhong with a very indifferent expression, "Old Yan, do you want a person?"
Yan Zhizhong took a look at Yan Donglai and took a deep breath, "Donglai, look to your own fate, this Xiaobao must be killed!"
"Dad, how can you not save me? I'm still young, I still want to live for many more decades, you..." Yan Donglai's face changed dramatically, overwhelmed with fear.
But then Bo Yuntian suddenly said, "Old Yan, what's this all about? Why do you insist on killing our Martial Alliance Leader?"
