"Which of you two will go first?" Watching Ye Zhen charge at him like a god of slaughter, Ming Tang's pupils contracted as he shot backward like lightning.
"Stop him!"
After those three clipped words, Ming Tang turned and fled without hesitation.
After managing great affairs for so many years, Ming Tang had long understood the principle: as long as the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of firewood.
A son of a thousand gold pieces did not sit beneath a crumbling wall. As the dignified Yellow Wind Marquis, there was no need for him to gamble with his life. Looking left and right at the current situation, not only was he no match for Ye Zhen, even if Steward Yong Kun of the Heaven Temple joined him, they likely would not be able to stop Ye Zhen.
He no longer had time to consider why Ye Zhen had become so monstrous. Staying alive came first!
The moment Ming Tang uttered the words "stop him," four gray-robed Old Eunuchs with hunched backs appeared out of thin air behind him.
"Four World King Realm experts—is this your trump card?" Ye Zhen sneered.
Yellow Wind Marquis Ming Tang said nothing, merely retreating at high speed.
What surprised Ye Zhen was that the four Old Eunuchs did not swarm him and attack together. Instead, they formed a straight line. The first Old Eunuch, neither sorrowful nor joyful, his face utterly expressionless, met Ye Zhen head-on as countless black gleams burst from his hands in an instant.
Yet at the very moment those countless black gleams exploded forth, he was swallowed by the flames of Ye Zhen's Six Form Profound Fire Drill. For an Old Eunuch at the fourth level of the World King Realm, dying beneath Ye Zhen's Six Form Profound