The Imperial Guards' Mission

"Captain, what do we do? He already knows what we're here to do." One of the Imperial Guards lowered his voice.

The captain of the Imperial Guards pondered briefly before asking, "Are you opening the door or not?"

"No!" The person inside seemed to have found a countermeasure. "Didn't you say you wanted to build a civilized city? Are you really planning to force your way in?"

The captain of the Imperial Guards chuckled. "That's right, we're here to 'build' it. And let me remind you of something—you know too much."

One particular word in his sentence was pronounced with heavy emphasis.

A hazy glow blossomed across the door, carrying an indestructible aura.

This was a defensive formation, enough to withstand attacks from the Divine Soul Peak.

The captain of the Imperial Guards, at the fourth rank of Return to Origin, slammed a palm against it.

A shattering sound rang out, and the glow vanished in response.

The door shattered across the floor.

The middle-aged man behind it, dressed in luxurious robes, swallowed hard and forced an ugly smile onto his face.

He opened his mouth, just about to speak.

"Remember, brothers, we absolutely must not take so much as a needle or a thread!" the captain of the Imperial Guards reminded the guards beside him.

"Yes, Captain!" the Imperial Guards answered in unison.

With a light wave of his hand, he gave the order.

All the Imperial Guards surged forward at once.

"Wait..." The middle-aged man finally cried out.

But not a single Imperial Guard paid any attention to him.

"If you'd known this would happen, why do it in the first place?" The captain of the Imperial Guards stepped forward and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder. "If you have anything to say, just tell His Majesty