Bang!
A celadon porcelain teacup worth a hundred gold was hurled heavily to the floor, instantly shattering into countless fragments that flew in all directions.
"Trash! Every last one of you is trash!"
An enraged roar rang through the front hall of the Nanshao Prefectural Governor's Mansion, making the personal guards kneeling before the hall tremble violently.
The face of Nanshao's ruler, Prefectural Governor Ruan Zhaoming, was as red as a boiled shrimp.
It was simply the greatest humiliation!
He had dispatched five hundred personal guards to surround Garrison Celestial Master's Mansion, yet the moment their target appeared, these elite troops he had placed such high hopes on scattered in panic, making a colossal joke for the entire city to witness.
All his careful preparations had been wasted.
Although Wang Chen had started it by killing their commander, a centurion, with a Falling Thunder strike, those five hundred personal guards had been equipped with the finest weapons and armor and paid their full wages. Ruan Zhaoming had even dipped into his own pocket to subsidize them generously.
They normally looked strong and mighty, valiant and battle-hardened, yet when it truly came time to use them, they had proven so utterly worthless!
How could Ruan Zhaoming not be furious and aggrieved?
Though he knew full well that it was not because his personal guards were too incompetent, but because the deterrence of an Immortal Master was simply too great.
Even Ruan Zhaoming himself did not dare face Wang Chen.
He placed his last hope in the elderly man in hemp robes beside him. "Old Wu, do you have a way to deal with him?"
"Difficult!"
After considering it, Old Wu replied, "This Yunyang Sect disciple is likely stronger than we understand. To deal with him, I'll need at least three Innate