"Now you want to talk?"
The man from the Central Glorious Continent smiled faintly.
"Isn't it too late?"
Boom!!!
The terrifying pressure suddenly increased.
Young Master Bo's body trembled violently.
His face instantly turned pale.
The pressure was so overwhelming that he could barely breathe.
Then blood slowly began flowing from his nose.
Drip! Drip!
Several drops of blood fell onto the stone pavement.
Young Master Bo's eyes widened in fear. However, the man standing before him merely smiled.
"Haha..."
Another person laughed.
"Zou He, go easy on him. Otherwise, he might die."
"Yeah!"
Another person nodded.
"We don't want him to leave this world so soon."
The group laughed.
To them, Young Master Bo was nothing more than an amusing person who did not know his place.
He had offended the Zou Clan.
For such a transgression, death was already an extremely easy punishment.
And none of them would even bat an eye if they killed him.
