Who Said That!

The Evil Spirit Masters were slightly surprised as well, but when they saw Jiang Siming's young face, they did not take him seriously.

"End this quickly! That old man is coming back!"

As they spoke, more than a dozen figures swiftly charged at Jiang Siming, not putting him in their eyes at all.

"You want to take someone away right under my nose? Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourselves?"

The Juexian Sword shot into the air, and a vast sword energy flashed past. Jiang Siming used fifty percent of his strength in this strike; it was simply not something the dozen or so Evil Spirit Masters before him could withstand.

Those dozen figures instantly froze in place, motionless, their eyes still filled with unconcealable shock.

"Don't dirty such a fine place!" Jiang Siming waved his hand and released Ultimate Fire, burning the Evil Spirit Masters before him clean away.

Mu En, who had finished dealing with the battle outside, also reacted and hurried back to Sea God Pavilion.

When he saw Jiang Siming standing beside the Cold Ice Bed, the heart that had been slightly hanging in suspense finally settled.

As long as Jiang Siming was here, no one could take Ma Xiaotao away.

"Ancestor! Cough!" Mu En said somewhat excitedly. His attack just now had stirred up the injuries that had accumulated in his body for a long time.

"You're already so old. You should learn to think before and after you act," Jiang Siming said with a hint of rebuke.

"Yes, Ancestor!" Mu En did not dare refute him in the slightest; his face held only joy.

Previously, Xuan Zi had told him Jiang Siming had disappeared, and that had nearly worried him to death. He had finally met the idol he had admired since childhood,