Han Bing looked at the figure standing like a mountain in the center of the hall, looking at the figure in front of him, although not tall or strong, it seemed to her like a great mountain sheltering her from the storm.
The intimidating aura of both the Yang and Han families was completely blocked outside, and Han Bing couldn't feel any of it.
When she heard Li Xiaobao's last words 'Those who block me will die!', Han Bing shivered, reached out, grabbed Li Xiaobao's arm, and whispered, "Xiaobao, let's go quickly, it's really dangerous."
Though Han Jianguo was getting old, his tiger-like eyes glared furiously, and he roared, "Do you think the Han family is a place where you can come and go as you please?"
Li Xiaobao stood in front of Han Bing, with Lin Xiong and Lu Baixi at his left and right, half a step behind, forming a pincers-like stance.
The two exuded a chilling aura, their aura of slaughter surging out, clearly indicating the countless bloodstains on their hands.
