"Help me, help me, enemy attack..."
"Quick, quick, form the array, there are assassins, no time to delay!"
Elder Mingyu, during his time mingling in the Jinghai Navy Camp, wore a black long robe, his face like white jade, imposing extremely, at a glance he was a high-level figure...
Especially with the swarm of insects that always accompanied him, garnering respect for his profound martial arts, yet adding a few threads of eerie mystery, making others easily avoid provoking him.
Additionally, he and Elder Xuan Bing were deeply respected by the heir of King Jinghai, Ji Xuanhe, who fondly called them "Uncle Master," further elevating their esteemed and noble status.
However, this illustrious and mysterious formidable grandmaster began shouting for help like a humiliated young wife or big girl.
His voice was shrill and piercing, his face distorted, making it hard for the onlookers to believe their eyes.
"Is this still the Extreme Yin Sect's Unity Realm Elder?"
