Under the trampling of the brocade-robed youth, Li Han'er endured immense pain, feeling the vitality of his life fading away. However, he kept his gaze fixed on Ye Xuan, who had fallen in the snowy ground far away, unable to stop the tears flowing from his eyes.
"You beasts, if you have the guts, just kill me." Li Han'er shouted angrily, no longer caring for his own life.
"Ha ha!"
The brocade-robed youth spoke coldly, "I always admire those who are not afraid of death, but I wonder, what would you look like when you see your own relatives dying in front of you?"
As the words of the brocade-robed youth fell, his expression turned cruel and playful, commanding a nearby low-level cultivator, "Bring his relatives here."
"No!"
Hearing the words of the brocade-robed youth, Li Han'er trembled uncontrollably, his voice shaking to its limits.
Three figures were suddenly thrown in front of Li Han'er, and the crying of his daughter deeply distressed his mind.
"Is this your old mother?"