"You old bastard, aside from those few in the Imperial Capital, no one has ever dared speak to this prince like that."
"A mere old fool with one foot already in the grave dares meddle in my affairs?"
"Wang Cang."
A flicker of disdain flashed through Qin Rulie's eyes as he looked at the old man in the sky, then he shouted.
The space beside him rippled, and a burly man covered in muscle, carrying a massive saber, slowly emerged.
The instant Qin Unrivaled saw the burly man, his expression turned incomparably grim.
Qin Rulie's most loyal retainer, Wang Cang, was at the seventh level of the Golden Immortal Realm. Even in the Imperial Capital, where geniuses gathered like clouds, he stood in a league of his own.
He had not expected Qin Rulie to be so utterly mad as to bring even this man down here. This time, things were troublesome.
The seventh level of the Golden Immortal Realm—even if the people behind him were formidable, they were no match at all.
"Kill that old bastard for me."
Qin Rulie said with a contemptuous look.
As soon as the words left his mouth, the burly man at his side vanished abruptly. When he reappeared, he was already standing before the old man.
"When did he—?"
The old man, who had been brimming with confidence just moments ago, suddenly had his pupils constrict. Before he could react, he felt an overwhelmingly tyrannical force crashing straight toward him.
The laws around him were suppressed in an instant, and his entire body was sent flying backward.
His robes shattered, and his body was covered in blood.
In a single move, he had not even seen how the other party attacked before he was already severely wounded.
Wang Cang struck again, sending the