Luoyang in the early morning is noisy and lively.

It's just that compared with the excitement of the past, today is a little more sad and indescribably restless.

On the streets, tens of thousands of Confucian disciples dressed in linen and filial piety, surrounded by several heavy black coffins, slowly marched in the direction of the imperial city. Their steps were dull, their expressions full of pent-up anger, and their eyes were resolute like never before, as if they were carrying out a sacred cause.

"The Strongest Boss in the Heavens" Chapter 234 Kill! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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