"Don't even have dignity. What's the point of living?"

Ye Dun's face was cold, his palms waved and his Golden Mango was broken. Several people died on the spot and there were no bones left.

The young man in white clasped his fist, because of anger, his lips were bleeding, his body was twinkling, and he ran towards the palace. Now if he wanted to live, he had to find a dump of maple. Only the Royal Highness could control the dust of leaves.

But just then, a golden awn tore the sky, rubbed his body, and pierced the body of two people directly in front of him.

Push two!...