“AHHHH!!!”
Amidst the loud explosions and the disciples' shrill screams of terror, Shiming could be heard screaming in rage and agony.
“N-No Young Master, you mustn’t go!”
Shiming had killing intent surrounding him and was about to charge at Sea King Modu, however, one of the Ming Clan members was quick enough to hold him back.
“You dare stop me?”
Bang!
In his rage, Shiming didn’t hold back and as his palm slammed into that youth’s chest he flew back while coughing out a mouth full of blood.
Shiming then went to leave once again, but more than a dozen Ming Clan youths rush to stop him. Cracking bones and heavy thuds echoed out as Shiming tried to force them off, but their grips remained firm while they all pleaded with him to calm down.
“Y-Young Master Shiming, as the future Patriarch of the Ming Clan you cannot die here! You have more to accomplish so you cannot throw away your life!!”