"The weak are food for the strong! That's the law of nature! Weaklings must die! A weakling can never be the Rothschild's distinguished guest!"
The family head looked at Chen Xiaobei in utter displeasure.
The demigod, Calderon laughed.
Elder Jiu simply kept quiet.
Focker was devastated.
***
At Mount Gufeng.
A person clad in white stood at the peak of the mountain.
Here, one could have a clear view on all that was happening in Bei Xuan Faction.
"Can Xiaobei survive this?" The person, glowing radiantly in white, was Liu Xuanxin.
"Xuanxin, you have to be prepared. This battle might be the end of Chen Xiaobei." Liu Xiyuan joined his granddaughter, his face solemn and his tone miserable.
