"Even though you may not have taken part personally, for more than twenty years you have sat back and enjoyed the fruits of your father's plunder. Now that your good fortune has run out, it is time to pay your debts." With his hands behind his back, Yun He pressed forward step by step.
Driven to utter despair yet unwilling to meet his end here, Wei Fengbo suddenly drew a sleeve gun—a magical artifact he always carried—and fired a magnetoelectric divine shell straight at Yun He.
"Go to hell, brat! You won't kill me; I still want to live comfortably for decades to come!" he roared furiously in his heart.
Chapter 116