"Will... will he die?"
Li Wushuang watched Li Hao flee, drawing the three Demon Kings after him. She lightly covered her mouth, unable to imagine that the carefree, irreverent boy would make such a sacrifice.
No one answered.
Li Qingling and Li Xueyun had only just met Li Hao. Shaken to their cores, they realized that rumors paled beside seeing him in person. They immediately thought of the Li Family's fallen heroes, who had gone to their deaths on the battlefield one after another, and of their own eldest brother and the others.
But by comparison, most of those men had already married and had children.
With wives at their sides and children bringing joy to their knees, they had at least tasted some happiness.
The most heartbreaking loss had been Xiao Jiu, who had sacrificed himself to save Cang Province before his wedding at nineteen, becoming an enduring pain in the hearts of everyone in the Li Family!
Yet the boy before them now was only fifteen!
He had come into this world and seen only fifteen springs and autumns!
How much happiness had he enjoyed? How much hardship had he suffered?
No one knew.
The world knew only his dazzling brilliance, but no one saw the scars behind it.
Li Xuanli clenched his fists tightly. Only when Li Hao's figure vanished into the distant horizon, drawing the three Demon Kings after him, did he let out a furious roar:
"Open the Magic Array! Kill the demons!!"
His voice was already hoarse.
Even he, a veteran of countless battlefields, had bloodshot eyes blazing red.
At Li Xuanli's words, the others snapped out of their stupor. Their shouts immediately surged into the sky, and the Magic Array's nodes shut down one after another. To guard against the Demon Kings turning