"My Lord! My Lord! " The man saw that arrogant adult died like this. He was very sad and kept shouting, but it was useless. He would never be called back.

the cold on Shangye's face hasn't gone away. It's always deep on his face. The young man saw it and said nothing sadly. Instead, Shangye continued to ask, "who is it? Say it! No, I'll kill you too! " The deafening voice constantly pierced the man's eardrum. He was not timid, not afraid of death, but looked at his good brother, who died one by one. He couldn't help it, so he knelt down in front of the brothers....