At midnight, Wang Yue and Wang Daoling had been waiting in the back room of the tavern for half a day. The candlelight swayed in the room, casting grave expressions across their faces.
Wang Daoling's hand remained clenched around the corner of his robe. From time to time, he glanced toward the door, clearly intimidated by the Dragon Transformation Guards in the courtyard.
Suddenly, the main hall door was violently pushed open. Xuan Fenglie rose to his feet, his bronze skin glinting coldly beneath the candlelight. He seized the enormous spear behind him, and its shaft struck the ground with a dull thud. Wang Yue instinctively tensed, his Golden Finger silently activating once more. The network of force within Xuan Fenglie was already surging, and the aura of the Eighteen Forging Golden Body grew increasingly profound.
Xuan Fenglie strode out of the room. A great number of Dragon Transformation Guards instantly poured from the shadows at the street corner—more than a hundred of them. Each wore Blood Infused Armor and held a sharp blade, their killing intent stern and chilling.
"Do as I said!"
Xuan Fenglie spoke in a muffled voice, spinning the massive spear halfway in his palm. "That old bastard Ye Minghan has colluded with an alien god. The clan is hiding several mutated martial artists. If even one of them escapes, I won't be able to protect you before Master!"
"Yes!" the Dragon Transformation Guards answered in unison, their voices shaking the leaves on the surrounding trees until they rustled.
"Guard every entrance and exit around the Ye Family. Stop anyone suspicious without exception,"
Xuan Fenglie's expression did not change, but his gaze was sharp as a blade. "If anyone tries to force their way out, there is no need to ask for instructions. Kill them on