One Versus Many

"Senior, please be extra careful, there are many masters here. If it gets ugly, please extract yourself from this situation. I would appreciate it if you could just let my father know that I, Ling Yue, am alright!"

Ling Yue spoke to Ling Yun via telepathy before retreating into the small room. Ling Yue wouldn't have any chance against these people. He was of no help.

Ling Yun laughed bitterly. It was impossible for him to accept the title "Senior" from his second uncle. However, the situation was dire, and he didn't explain.

Ling Yun didn't even bother looking at the opponents facing him, and he flew to the door of the small black hut.

More Xiantian Realm masters arrived after a series of continuous cries and surrounded Ling Yun.

"I wonder who our friend here might be. How dare you charge into the Chen Family, are you perhaps tired of life?" Someone asked with a high cold laugh.