Bo Yuntian looked indifferent: "Li Xiaobao, you have indeed made significant contributions to the Yunren Country Martial World. After your death, we martial artists will certainly remember and mourn you."
Yan Zhizhong sneered without saying a word. The two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, slowly approached Li Xiaobao. With each step they took, their aggressive aura intensified.
Li Xiaobao didn't even glance at the two old men. Instead, he squatted slightly and said to the suddenly trembling Yan Donglai, "Brother Donglai, it seems your father, for his selfish interests, is not planning to save you. Do you have any last words for your father?"
At this moment, Yan Donglai's eyes were bloodshot, staring intently at Yan Zhizhong: "You actually wanted to kill me for the so-called pinnacle. Are you worthy of my deceased mother? You said in front of my mother's grave that you would take care of me. Is this how you take care of me?"
