The Horrors of the Pursuers

Qi Ming found himself surrounded, and a bitter expression appeared on his face. He realized the situation was not good. While he had a simple and pure nature, it didn't mean he was foolish. These people had come explicitly mentioning Lu Ze's name with a murderous intent, just like the person before. It was clear they were here to take Lu Ze's life. With Lu Ze absent, he was the only target present. Wasn't he doomed?

"My master is the Godseal Marquis. Whoever dares to touch me, my master won't spare you!" Qi Ming thought to himself, and with a leap from the ground, he revealed a bit of fierceness, staring at the people above and shouting.

Proudly stating his identity, he attempted to make these individuals think twice about harming him by using his background.

In mid-air, radiant lights enveloped each youth and maiden, exuding formidable vitality. Upon hearing Qi Ming's words, their eyes sparkled simultaneously.