If it had been anyone else, seeing the Heavenly Supervision Bureau's senior constables and the Fengdu Guard mobilize would have given them pause, no matter how powerful or confident they were. They would have said something like, "Could this be a misunderstanding? I don't think there are any Guiyi Army spies here," only to be snapped at by the armed constable: "You don't get to decide whether there are any. I do! Take them all down!" Then they would have been forced to fight back.
But An Jing wasn't anyone else.
That was right. He wasn't a prophet; he couldn't foresee the future.
But he could strike first.
"Take them all—"
Just as the leading captain of the constables was about to give the order, An Jing raised his hand, clenched his fist, and punched through the air!
Boom!
A terrifying explosion rang out. In an instant, the leading constable and several members of the Fengdu Guard who had entered first went pale. They had no time to react before enormous fist-shaped imprints appeared on their bodies. Each person bore only part of the imprint, but together they formed a fist nearly as big as a pair of double doors!
The tremendous force sent the constable and the Fengdu Guard hurtling away. They smashed through several rooms and walls, punching straight through the building before blasting out through the golden dragon ornament halfway up its exterior. They tumbled toward the street below like scattered flowers. Only then did blood gush from their mouths, blossoming into clouds of mist in midair!
The hotel, the street, even the entire building—all of them fell silent in an instant.
Everyone stared blankly at the Heavenly Supervision Bureau constables and Fengdu Guard who were dropping from the sky and landing hard on their backs. These