The wolfish guards pounced, and Marquis Chi Quan Shi Ting watched with eager anticipation.
It seemed that only by seeing this man who had crashed into his carriage beaten until he howled in agony could he slightly ease the gloom in his heart.
But in merely the span of a breath, Marquis Chi Quan Shi Ting's expression changed. First came surprise, then shock, and finally, terror.
Yes, terror.
His guards, normally astonishingly formidable and capable of taking anyone down the instant they acted, were brushed by Ye Zhen's flickering afterimages and flung aside one after another at bizarre angles, their faces twisted in pain and fear. None of them could get back up.
Twenty Mystic Palace Realm guards, plus a World King Realm guard captain—his father knew he loved causing trouble, so to keep him from suffering losses, he had specially assigned him this elite guard detail.
Whenever the young nobles gathered for brawls and amusement, these guards of his had always cut an imposing figure.
Yet now, in the time of one breath, they had all been brought down.
It had gone as smoothly as slaughtering pigs and sheep.
In Ye Zhen's eyes, dealing with these people was far easier than slaughtering pigs and sheep.
They were a bunch who possessed only cultivation, had practiced nothing but forms, and had never seen blood. Especially in close combat, he could have handled them easily with one hand tied behind his back.
More fatal still, that unremarkable fellow had now fixed his gaze on him. Marquis Chi Quan Shi Ting felt a chill run down his spine.
"Don't come any closer! Crashing into this Marquis's carriage warrants, at most, a minor punishment. But if you dare assault this Marquis, the lightest sentence will be exile to the border wilderness!" Marquis Chi