Outside Xia Shan City, the great battle had ended, and the Mountain True King was dead.
"Cough cough..."
Jiang Buping coughed, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, dripping incessantly as if it would never stop. His flesh was scarred all over, seemingly on the verge of collapse at any moment.
He turned to glance at Xia Shan City, where people knelt on the ground while some warriors wanted to come out and treat him. Jiang Buping waved his hand dismissively, took a few steps, and disappeared into the distance.
"I can't hold on anymore, I am truly going to die this time.
"Regrettable? Perhaps, but that's how the world works. What can frustration do?
"A castaway of Taikun? Hahaha, it's truly laughable. Would I, Jiang Buping, care about the so-called glory of the Taikun Jiang Clan? Since they have no place for a child of mine, then leaving is just as well!"
Jiang Buping muttered to himself, yet his head kept shaking.