"Put some real effort into it, will you!"
Inside Wangjiang Prefecture, the roar of Gray Civet echoed unceasingly.
He had no idea what Old He was freaking out about at first.
It wasn't until he saw those nine heavenly pillars as cold and blue as jade descend that Gray Civet finally realized what on earth was happening.
The Cangming Guard were unlike any Immortal Scions they had ever encountered.
In the past, those who could strike fear into people's hearts were either the direct disciples of some colossal figure or the Heavenly Prodigies of some Immortal Sect, enjoying resounding reputations and a mighty aura.
Compared to them, these organized imperial guards sounded like mere cannon fodder.
Yet upon truly making contact, Gray Civet discovered a rather terrifying truth: someone's status could genuinely be noble enough to cultivate a group of Immortal Scions like lowly, common cultivators.
It was precisely this cultivation method that caused the Cangming Guard to shed the weaknesses unique to those Immortal Sects.
Clearly, it was his group that had come over attempting a surprise ambush, holding the absolute advantage of initiative, yet the moment they struck, the entire situation inexplicably transformed into these imperial guards encircling Master Lin.
What manner of lightning-fast reaction was this!
Even more fatal was the fact that, although everyone had rushed over at the very first moment, they didn't even possess the qualifications to join the battle.
The nine coiled-dragon heavy spears stood rooted here like towering, gargantuan peaks.
Stepping forward a single pace meant entering the prefecture office.
Yet, they silently blocked this group's path in precisely this manner.
Boom! Boom!
Yuan Yuan's arms were engorged with blood as his fists fell like a tempestuous storm.
He smashed into the exact same spot on that heavy spear countless times, until