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"Martial... Martial Uncle, save me!"

Yves was so scared that his forehead was covered in sweat, and he shouted with a trembling voice.

The cold tip of the sword was now pressed against his chest, and his body did not have any defense at all. As long as the Sea Dragon King willed it, he would be stabbed through the heart.

Boris looked at the Sea Dragon King with a dark face