"King Level Realm, Young Master be careful!" At that moment, Elder Jing Lin cried out in alarm.
This elder hadn't taken action yet, his main task was not to kill the enemy, but to ensure the safety of Zhu Minglang, after all, he was the only young master of the Zhu Clan.
Elder Jing Lin stood before Zhu Minglang, then suddenly knelt halfway, his somewhat aged hands touching the somewhat rotten ground, and out of nowhere, he pulled out a thick Giant Dust Sword!
"Young Master, retreat, retreat, you'll be killed by his punch!" Elder Jing Lin held the sword with both hands and swung it mightily forward.
With that swing, the vigorous Sword Qi gathered in front of him, forming a thick wall of swords, comparable to the walls of some great city-states.
