"Oh? A Taihuang Divine General?"
Chen Wenhao narrowed his eyes slightly. "Brother Meng Qi, could you explain in detail?"
Meng Qi drew a deep breath.
"The Taihuang Dynasty has bestowed the title of 'Taihuang Divine General' upon a total of one hundred and eight people, forming the 'Taihuang Guard,' personally led by the Taihuang Emperor himself!"
"The Taihuang Guard is exceedingly protective of its own. If any divine general dies, the Taihuang Guard will do everything in its power to avenge them! Whether you are a prince of some dynasty or a true disciple of a great sect, even if you are from one of the Seven Great Sacred Sects, the Taihuang Guard will show no mercy!"
Chen Wenhao sneered.
"The Seven Great Sacred Sects of today are all mighty powers with Immortals overseeing them. Though the Taihuang Dynasty is strong, it ultimately has no Immortal at its helm... It might be one thing for insignificant disciples, but I refuse to believe the Taihuang Guard would dare lay hands on the core disciples of the Seven Great Sacred Sects."
Meng Qi could not help freezing for a moment, then shook his head again.
"Even if you truly are a core disciple of one of the Seven Great Sacred Sects, Brother Chen, it would still be best to avoid them. The divine generals of the Taihuang Guard are tyrannical beyond compare. If they kill you outright, then no matter how powerful the force behind you may be, it will already be too late to hold them accountable."
Naturally, Chen Wenhao understood Meng Qi's good intentions, but he shook his head.
"I'm afraid it is already too late to avoid them now."
The moment Chen Wenhao's voice fell, ripples like water stirred through the sky. Then, a man in golden armor appeared