"You’re asking to die." A young man less than 30 suddenly charged over. The long sword in his hand was going to hack Ye Mo. However, he was stopped by Hu Nuoping when he attacked. Other people didn’t know how strong Ye Mo was but Hu Nuoping knew all too well.
Ye Mo looked at this angry youth and suddenly took out the exact same looking sword and said: " These two swords are actually the same. So it seems you are that Bian Chao. But, you're so much weaker than your brother Bian Po. You’re still at black level."
"You killed my brother?" Bian Chao saw the long sword in Ye Mo’s hands and his eyes were bursting with fury, "Hu Nuoping, let me go. I’m going to kill this bastard personally."
"You killed my son Bian Po?" At this moment, the middle aged man’s eyes turned cold like a frosty beam wanting to penetrate Ye Mo immediately. But in the depth of his heart, he felt threatened. This man was so young but could see through Bian Chao’s power. He definitely wasn’t simple.
