Jiang Ruofeng looked at Xiao Chifeng and suddenly let out a soft laugh, "Xiao Chifeng, in the game of thrones, one either wins or dies. I have nothing to say, just do it!"
He closed his eyes, but a flash of unwillingness and despair crossed the depths of his pupils.
Why?
Why was he always inferior to Xiao Chifeng? Why did he always have to be beneath Xiao Chifeng? Why? Why? Why?
With a grand wave of his hand, Xiao Chifeng summoned a Heavenly Thunder that exploded above Jiang Ruofeng's head, striking him directly and instantly turning him into a pile of ashes, not even leaving his soul behind...
His question could now only be asked of heaven and earth.
Bai Jing, in a panic as Sikou Yao was about to assassinate him, shouted urgently, "Sikou Yao, don't kill me! Don't kill me! I am willing to atone for my sins and merits. I'll take you to our lair!"
