"Yang Chen, even if you kill me, I won't accept it, because you only relied on Yang Bubai's identity to prevent the Yuwen family from touching you."
"But so what? If you kill me, my mother's family will never let you go. Unless you are Yang Bubai, you will only die."
Yu Wenbin burst out laughing. At this time, he thought he had figured everything out, but he no longer had any fear of death.
Zhou Yucui, who was sitting on the ground beside him, had no contact with the level Yu Wenbin was talking about, and had no idea what he was talking about. He only knew that Yang Chen had a very strong background, and even the Eight Gates of Yandu were not afraid of him.
Yang Chen looked at Yu Wenbin coldly and said nothing. He only felt that Yu Wenbin was very pitiful, a self-righteous young man from a wealthy family.
At this time, Qian Biao sneered and said, "You are wrong!"
"Wrong?"
Yu Wenbin stopped laughing and gritted his teeth and asked, "What did I say wrong? He only dared to step into Yandu because he was a soldier in the north and Yang Bubai supported him. The Yuwen family did not dare to touch him.
You dare to kill me."
"Without Yang Bubai, he is nothing but an ant. It would be easy for the Yuwen family to kill him!"
"Yang Bubai is just one of the many honorific titles for the guardians of the North. You only know that Yang Bubai is the youngest guardian in the history of Jiuzhou Kingdom. Do you know what Yang Bubai's real name is?"
Qian Biao asked sharply.
Qian Biao's words made Yu Wenbin suddenly calm down, and a shocking guess suddenly appeared in his mind.
"What's Yang Bubai's name, and what does it have to do with me?"
Yu Wenbin didn't dare to think any more and said through gritted teeth: "I only know that if it weren't for him, Yang Chen would be nothing."
"Compared to me, Yang Chen is just an illegitimate son, an abandoned son of the family. What can he compare with me? What can he use to argue with me?"
Yu Wenbin roared angrily.
"How can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon?"
Qian Biao said with a sneer.
"What on earth do you want to say?"
Yu Wenbin gritted his teeth and said.
"Compared to the Lord Guardian, you are just a mortal. The Lord Guardian is a god above the nine heavens. Are you qualified to compare with the Lord Guardian?"
Qian Biao shouted angrily.
And his words were like thunder, exploding in Yu Wenbin's mind.
"I...when did I compete with Yang Bubai? I just competed with Yang Chen again!"
Yu Wenbin's voice was trembling.
In fact, he had understood Qian Biao's words and guessed Yang Chen's identity, but he was unwilling to accept this cruel fact for him.
"The ant in your mouth, the illegitimate son, the abandoned son of the family, is the one standing in front of you. He also has an honorific title in the north, which is Yang Bubai!"
Qian Biao's expression suddenly became very respectful, with a slowly growing pride in his eyes. He looked condescendingly at Yu Wenbin and said: "Now, the guardian of the North, the undefeated God of War of the Kyushu Kingdom, is respected by millions of armies.
Yang Bubai is standing in front of you!"
"But you said he is not qualified to compete with you?"
"Even if the head of the Kyushu royal family you call comes, he won't dare to compete with the guardian."
"You, a young man from the Eight Gates of Yandu, dare to compete with the guardian?"
"Are you worthy?"
Qian Biao's words are heart-breaking.
Yu Wenbin was extremely shocked, his pupils were full of disbelief.
"No!"
"impossible!"
"No way!"
"He only went to the North five years ago. How could he become a guardian in just five years?"
"You lied to me on purpose to cooperate with Yang Chen, a bastard, right?"
"You just want to tease me before killing me, right?"
Yu Wenbin was extremely emotional. He kept retreating while speaking emotionally.
By the time he said these words, he had already reached the edge of the roof. If he took a step back, he would fall.