Even a powerhouse like the Southern Suppressing Star King was drenched in cold sweat, his hair standing on end!
He widened his eyes and slowly turned around.
Only then did he see an elderly man standing behind him, with crane-white hair, a youthful face, and a ruddy complexion!
The old man smiled with crescent-shaped eyes. His body was slightly stooped, yet he was full of vigor. He gave off an ordinary impression, especially with that smile, his toothless mouth when he spoke, and that boyish voice—it was utterly comical.
"Senior Battle Maniac..."
The Southern Suppressing Star King's voice trembled slightly, his heart utterly shaken. No one knew how he had appeared in that position. Not even their eyes had managed to catch him—proof enough of this old senior's strength.
Though he was a Dao Mentor, even the Sect Master had to treat him with respect.
The Southern Suppressing Star King did his best to steady himself and assume the bearing expected of a Star King. Solemnly, he said, "Please take a disciple."
"Mm." Elder Battle Maniac nodded with a smile.
For a moment, everyone present tensed up. The entire crowd held its breath, not daring to make the slightest sound.
Not far away, Madam Meixing, Yuwen Zhulin, and their children, who had only just recovered a little, also wore tense expressions. Madam Meixing in particular clenched both fists.
"No matter how senior he is, he knows who calls the shots in Xuanting now, doesn't he? I hope he doesn't..."
Just as Madam Meixing murmured this to Yuwen Zhulin, Elder Battle Maniac moved!
He turned around, smiling as he extended a hand and beckoned toward the front. "Little girl of the Violetblood Clan, come over here."
Boom!
Though most people had expected it, those words still sent the scene into an