The silver-haired man shook his head, looking at the Great Formation, and said, "Just watch."
"Senior, please stay here to avoid accidental injury."
The old Siming laughed loudly, "I'm not afraid."
He reached out and patted the Mystic Turtle Dharma Form under him, "I still have my old friend!"
The Mystic Turtle pondered whether to find a place to bury the old man once and for all.
The silver-haired man said indifferently, "Then it's up to you."
Ahead, dozens of Demon Sect experts stood ready with weapons, having taken pills, their blood vessels bulging, faces flushed, looking like demons as they watched the Whale Hunter.
One side had many people, the other only two.
Yet, even with numbers on their side, the renowned Western Regions Martial World experts were sweating, unable to firmly grip their weapons, while the silver-haired man in the black robe was calm and composed, even somewhat bored.
"If you want to see a good show, then let me show you."
