Outside Xia Shan City, the great battle had ended, and the Mountain True King was dead.
"Cough cough…"
Jiang Buping coughed, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping incessantly as if it could not be stopped, his flesh was scarred, it seemed like it would collapse at any moment.
He glanced back at Xia Shan City, where people knelt all over the ground, and Martial Artists wanted to come out and treat him. Jiang Buping waved his hand, took a few steps, and disappeared into the distance.
"I can't hold on anymore, I'm really going to die this time.
"Is it unwillingness? Perhaps, but that's the way of the world, what can unwillingness do?
"A discarded piece of the Taikun Clan? Hahaha, truly laughable, would I, Jiang Buping, care about the so-called honor of the Taikun Jiang Clan? Since they can't accommodate this legitimate son, then leaving is the answer!"
Jiang Buping murmured to himself, yet his head kept shaking.