Twenty years ago, the martial arts world was extremely prosperous; whether it was some large noble families or secular forces, all had the presence of the Martial Alliance, whose influence was immense for a time.
But during a martial arts tournament twenty years ago, every sect and martial arts family sent their proud disciples and masters.
On one hand, it was to elect the Alliance Hierarch, and on the other hand, naturally, it was a great time to gain fame in the martial arts world.
As he spoke of this, Jiang Zhong's pupils shrank, revealing a few traces of fear.
Upon seeing this, Li Xiaobao's eyes tightened, "What happened?"
Jiang Zhong's fearful expression gradually faded, revealing a bit of sorrow, and he sighed, saying, "Dead, all dead!"
"All dead? How many people died? Who killed them?" Hearing this, Li Xiaobao was truly shocked.
With a hint of sadness, Jiang Zhong smiled bitterly, "My father was injured by a mysterious figure twenty years ago."
