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Li Dabai found himself in a similar situation, like a little chick seized by the neck and lifted into mid-air.
Behind Li Dabai was his grandfather.
Second only to the Northern Expedition Army, above tens of thousands, Li Baxun's status was no weaker than Qin Beifeng's.
Qin Beifeng glanced at Qin Gaozhi in his hand and then at Li Dabai; his gaze slightly darkened, and he didn't say much.
After sweeping his eyes over Qin Gaozhi and Li Dabai, he slowly turned his gaze to Cheng Guang, who lay not far away on the ground.
He only looked for a moment.
Qin Beifeng felt a stabbing pain in his eyes.
The esteemed Town-Nation Duke's Heir, Cheng Guang, lay on the ground as lifeless as ever, surrounded by a lot of fresh blood, staining the snow red.
It contrasted with the red robes he wore.
The scene was aesthetically beautiful, yet so glaring.
At that moment, Qin Beifeng felt as though the sky had fallen.
