When Zhao Xing spoke the words 'Ming Hou, wait' in the language of the Yueluo Ancient Country, the dark guard holding the fire-tipped spear raised his hand, halting his subordinates' attack.
Yu Tianqing's expression at this moment was still full of regret. Having just learned of his awakening of innate great divine power, he was destined to rise high, yet faced the fate of death. How could he not feel regret?
Jing Yan, meanwhile, nudged Yu Tianqing with his elbow, winking and saying, "Look, Brother Zhao is showing off again."
Knowing more is good; Jing Yan didn't understand the language Zhao Xing spoke, but since it could halt that book puppet, there was definitely a certain assurance.
"Who are you!" Ming Hou repeated his initial question.
"We are people of the Chief Teacher." Zhao Xing said word by word, the pronunciation of Yueluo Ancient Country being unique, tapping into origin power and adhering to some sonic law of the avenue.
