"Revenge for my mother's murder must not be left to others!"
Xiao Feng's gaze intensifies as he suddenly raises his palm, but remembering Azhu nearby with a sorrowful expression, he looks at Murong Bo and asks, "Do you have any last words?"
Murong Bo laughs tragically, "What joy is there in living for a man, and what is there to fear in dying!
It is a pity, however, that since my ancestors, the Murong Family has striven hard only to revive Great Yan, and now with me, the line ends, what a pity...
Right now, I cannot even fight back, but to die by your hand, Xiao Feng, a fine man, is no disgrace. This Azhu beside you was raised in my house from a young age. I only hope you will treat her well. Go ahead!"
Frowning, Xiao Feng sees the heroic manner of Murong Bo and inside, cannot help but admire him.
