Gongliang Bo, the Death of Gongliang Chu

Fire-Winged Monkey came to Jiang Liu's side. Looking at the long staff in Jiang Liu's hand, its eyes showed interest.

Seeing this, Jiang Liu smiled faintly and tossed the long staff in his hand toward Fire-Winged Monkey.

Fire-Winged Monkey reached out and caught it, then casually swung it once. Its face immediately lit up with delight. It seemed to find it very easy to handle.

"All right, do you two have any last words to leave behind?" Jiang Liu said indifferently as he looked at Gongliang Bo, who was holding Gongliang Chu with a desolate expression.

"We brothers have always believed that we had no grudge or enmity with you. Why do you want to kill us?" Gongliang Bo asked Jiang Liu furiously.

"No grudge or enmity? Do you have a nobleman's memory, forgetting everything as soon as it suits you? You don't even recognize me, yet you dared send people to invade the continent?"

"Besides, do warriors need a reason to fight? Of the countless warriors killed by your King Chujiang Hall, did any of them ever get to ask why?"

Jiang Liu found it laughable. A murderous demon was actually asking others why they wanted to kill him.

"Invade the continent? You're from the continent? How come I've never heard of anyone like you?" Gongliang Bo found the whole thing inexplicable.

It was also because in recent years he had devoted too much of his mind to cultivation, always trying to advance into the Saint Realm.

Especially after discovering this secret realm last year, he had become even more unwilling to concern himself with other matters.

Instead, he had handed all those affairs over to his sworn brother, Gongliang Chu.

Unfortunately, Gongliang Chu, who had completely fallen unconscious and was barely clinging to life, could no longer answer