"Trouble! Someone's causing trouble!"
Gao Ding clutched his swollen, reddened mouth, shocked and furious.
He scrambled away on hands and knees, then issued orders to the surrounding soldiers, roaring, "Get him! Arrest this troublemaking criminal—arrest him at once and torture him severely!"
His voice thundered like rolling thunder, showing just how enraged he was. He had been slapped in public—such humiliation was something he had never endured before.
Right now, he wanted nothing more than to seize this brat immediately and beat him half to death.
"Daring to cause trouble in Qingyang City? You must be tired of living!"
"Kid, surrender at once, or you'll suffer soon enough."
"Together! Seize this troublemaker!"
At Gao Ding's command, the many soldiers moved at once. Though they were corrupt and utterly depraved within their ranks, they were still soldiers who fought demons and Nether Ghosts, well-trained and disciplined.
Once the order was given, they sprang into action, raising spears and other weapons as they surrounded Xia Ping.
"It's over. This is really over."
Meng Nan and the others turned ashen. Naturally, they were not worried about Xia Ping's safety, but about these soldiers. Xia Ping was someone who could casually slaughter over a hundred Nether Ghosts.
Wouldn't these soldiers be marching straight to their deaths?!
If they offended this lord, who knew how many people in Qingyang City would die or be injured this time.
But they were merely insignificant people. How could they possibly stop these wolfish, tiger-like soldiers? Even if they warned them that Xia Ping was a terrifying great figure, the soldiers would probably take it as a joke.
"Looks like this kid is finished."
"He actually dared to offend the city guards. He truly doesn't know the difference between life and death."
"If you want to make a living