Muster the Troops for Battle

Watching the scene before him, Song Youfu stood there dumbfounded, forcibly swallowing the curse that had nearly slipped from his mouth. Saying something like that at a time like this would ruin the atmosphere too much.

"Good heavens, could the Protector Elder have come in person?"

More than a dozen second-tier Sea Demons had been wiped out in a single strike, without the slightest drag or hesitation. Aside from Golden Core True Persons and experts like Song Qingxing who stood at the pinnacle of the Purple Palace Stage, he could not think of anyone else in the Gemini Islands capable of such strength.

"These are Sea Night Fiends, a subsidiary race of the Sea Yaksha Clan. Since they appeared so suddenly, there must be a Third-Tier Great Demon overseeing them. Have the people in the port evacuate immediately. This Seat will clear a path for you all." A somewhat indifferent voice fell from above Song Youfu's head before drifting away.

Song Youfu looked up and saw only a retreating figure in robes whiter than snow. He secretly rejoiced. Good thing I didn't say anything foolish just now. How could I have forgotten this lord?

The arrival was none other than Song Yuqing, who was being held hostage by the Song Clan.

Yet there was probably no hostage in the world freer than he was. Not only did no one restrict his freedom of movement, his monthly cultivation resources were distributed punctually, without the slightest deduction.

Other than cultivating and challenging Song Qingxing, no other troubles ever came knocking.

Without exaggeration, his days as a hostage were far more comfortable and carefree than his days as a Protector Elder in his family.

Song Yuqing flew to the center of the spirit island and casually slapped to death the Night Fiends that