"As far as your virtue is concerned, if you are really the one who can inherit my mantle, I would rather have no one to inherit my mantle, and I don't intend to give it to you."

The strong man in golden armor smiled and said, "So many people, none of them acted rashly, but you just jumped out. With such a brain, even if you inherit my mantle, can you live to the end? You will be beaten to death when you go out."

Su Qingqiu's face turned green and pale, and when he saw the eyes of the crowd looking at him with traces of pity and mockery, his blood kept surging, and he almost wanted to vomit blood.