"Save our master!"
The swordsman knelt on the ground, eyes red, tears continuously falling.
"Please! As long as you bring our master back, from now on, our lives are yours!"
"Yes! Even if you want us dead, we won't blink!"
Bang!
Someone heavily kowtowed.
"I beg you!"
All thirteen bowed down!
They kowtowed again.
"Your master embraced a death wish, I can only try my best." Julius Reed nodded, squatting down, placing his hand on the Imperial Master's chest.
At a touch, it collapsed.
The Imperial Master's body was not solid anywhere.
Resembling a human figure was already the limit after the Sword Qi exploded.
Consider it with some dignity.
In some sense, although it was the Imperial Master who brought people today, it was his own doing.
But if the Imperial Master hadn't risked his life to repel the blood of the god by nearly a thousand meters, I'm afraid none of the people in the room would have survived.
