"All of you, quickly go protect my son. If my son dies, this Venerable wants everyone here to be buried with him!"
In mid-air, Zhuo Bufan held the Wind Roar Sword, countering the mad attacks of the Wind Thunder Wolf King, his pair of green eyes filled with uncontrollable fury, roaring towards the people below the valley.
Hearing Zhuo Bufan's severe and threatening roar, the people's faces in the valley changed.
"Go! Whoever doesn't protect my son, once this Venerable kills this Wind Thunder Wolf King, this Venerable will kill you!"
Seeing that people still didn't act immediately, Zhuo Bufan, while fighting with the Wind Thunder Wolf King, said in an extremely cold voice.
"Everyone quickly protect the young lord!"
Elder Chi Huo's old face sank, he also shouted.
He knew Zhuo Bufan's nature very well, and although Zhuoyue was a wastrel, as Zhuo Bufan's only child, he was usually favored greatly. If he really died, Zhuo Bufan would truly go insane and kill everyone here.
