"Which one of you is going first?" As Ye Zhen charged towards him like a killing god, Ming Tang's pupils contracted, and he retreated swiftly.
"Stop him!"
After these brief words, Ming Tang turned around and fled without hesitation.
Having handled major affairs over the years, Ming Tang understood the principle that "as long as the green hills last, there will never be a shortage of firewood."
A son worth a thousand in gold does not sit beneath a dangling eaves; he, the dignified Marquis of Yellow Wind, found it unworthy to risk his life. Considering his current predicament, whether he looked left or right, neither he nor even with Governor Yong Kun from the Heavenly Temple could stop Ye Zhen.
He didn't have time to ponder why Ye Zhen was so monstrous now. Survival was the priority!
With Ming Tang's utterance of "Stop him," four hunched, gray-robed old eunuchs appeared out of thin air behind him.
"Four masters of the Realm King Realm, this is your trump card?" Ye Zhen sneered.
