"You can't exactly put it that way."
Tang Luo bore an amused expression, feigning humility as he waved his hand. "Ning Bufu still has some strength, and if it doesn't involve fighting to the death over a Divine Artifact, he could still be a competitor for another couple of years. What a pity! Hahahaha."
This was a powerhouse known on the hero's stage, a knife wielder of unmatched talent, yet it seemed he had died helplessly at this person's hands.
His unimaginably young age and formidable strength had created an unimaginable impact.
Struggling to keep his heartache from bleeding out, Cao Ziqi forced a smile.
At last, having finished laughing, Tang Luo spoke seriously again, "Originally, my business with the Yun Family should have ended here, but unexpectedly, they put forth another request— they want me to take care of Young Master Cao too."
Beneath Cao Ziqi's boundlessly horrified gaze, Tang Luo pointed to the two corpses on the ground and reiterated,
