Before me stood a woman of striking beauty. Her oval face was pale and smooth, without a hint of makeup. Her features were delicate yet elegant, refined without being common.,And that utterly incompetent self, in the end, made up his mind and, fueled by a deep-seated grudge, bound himself with explosives, intending to perish together with Yan Dong. However, he was foiled by Yan Dong's bodyguard who struck him flying with a single palm.,"Very well, even as a warlord in the eighteen layers of hell, my existence is already utterly pointless. If I were to overthrow the world once more and be reborn, what meaning would it hold"。