"That old freak—wasn't his cultivation sealed by the Deputy Commander?"
Beneath the setting sun, Zhou Cang frowned deeply at Kui Gang, who looked full of life.
He could punch through a cage made of special material, move as swiftly as a flying horse, and wield immense strength. How did he look anything like someone whose cultivation had been sealed?
If Zhou Cang remembered correctly, Kui Gang was a Seventh-Rank Martial Master in the Tendon Transformation Realm. Zhou Cang himself was only a Fifth-Rank Martial Master!
Zhou Cang had once been a Silver Badge of the Demon Suppressing Division. If he hadn't been injured and had his foundation ruined, he might even have had a chance to reach the Gold Medalist rank.
After stepping down, Zhou Cang had volunteered to become the Demon Suppressing Division's new Instructor, hoping to put his remaining years to good use.
"Hahaha, little brother, do you remember what I said just now?"
In the distance, Kui Gang had just regained his freedom. Still wearing that warm smile, he looked at Lin Guanhuo beside Zhou Cang and spoke with a grin.
Kui Gang shook his head and sighed. "What a pity. The world can turn cold in the blink of an eye! Just now, I was a prisoner, at your mercy!"
"And now you're about to die by my hand. This world really is wonderful!"
Kui Gang had a kindly, benevolent face. If you ignored his words and judged him only by his appearance, you'd think the old bastard was on good terms with Lin Guanhuo and the others.
"Oh, right. By the way, these three Guardians of mine are all Sixth-Rank Martial Masters, too." As he spoke, Kui Gang introduced the three black-clothed men beside him.
The three men wore black, carried sabers, and had straw