Unlucky!
"Ahhhhhh..." The dozen or so Prefect Guards fell to the ground, howling miserably.
Lin Bai's face was icy as he gripped the Demonic Sword and said coldly, "Get lost!"
The dozen-odd Prefect Guards crawled to their feet and looked at Lin Bai. One of them said coldly, "Fine, fine, fine. You brat, you've already set one foot inside King Yama's Hall. We won't let this go. Just wait—we'll see to it that you can't leave Qing Yun City!"
"Let's go!"
As they spoke, the dozen-odd Prefect Guards stood up and turned to leave.
While Lin Bai was sending the dozen-odd Prefect Guards away, the Slovenly Old Man fell deep into thought. He kept saying inwardly, He's Lin Bai!
Could the things he wanted to investigate before have been those events from more than twenty years ago?
No, I can't let him go throw his life away so soon!
The Slovenly Old Man smiled faintly and looked at Lin Bai. "I really didn't expect your cultivation to be this impressive, brat."
Lin Bai put away the Demonic Sword and said quietly, "It's not that I'm too strong. They're just too weak. They're merely a dozen or so martial artists in the Death Reversal Realm. Who knows where they got the courage to attack me? Did they not realize that I'm in the Apex Realm?"
The Slovenly Old Man, Su Jin, said, "Of course they could tell, but they had nothing to fear!"
"They knew you wouldn't dare kill them because their origins were extraordinary!"
"They're Prefect Guards, martial artists cultivated by the Prefect of Dragon River Prefecture!"
"In other words, they're the Prefect's lackeys, his claws and fangs, and his trusted confidants!"
"For example, the young man who just came in at the head of the group—he's the Prefect's brother-in-law!"