Chapter 422 So He’s Just a Clown
- Maxwell York watched those socialites and big shots drop to their knees before Ming Ling and let out a cold laugh. An immortal?
- In his eyes, Ming Ling was no different from a clown.
- First he wrapped himself in golden cicada silk and popped out of nowhere, then burned a ton of his inner force to give a rich lady a quick body cleanse.