Yan Xiaobao suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with bloodstains, and his veins pulsing. "You know, that's exactly what I was going to say just now."
"Standing by with tricks doesn't matter, undoubtedly, you will die!" Xiao Qing extended his right hand, his two fingers like a sword. The blinding scarlet light spilled out, forming Sword Qi, shooting towards Yan Xiaobao's forehead.
The powerful foundation burst out with fluctuations, producing something like a blazing fire that might consume anything in its path.
