Immortal Body? Nothing More Than That!

He put away his unrealistic fantasies and gently shook his head.

He exchanged a few laughs with his colleagues. Seeing the "Martial Slave" slowing down again as he boarded the vehicle, he pulled out his stun baton and jabbed it over without hesitation.

"You still dare glare at me? You're just a Martial Slave."

Seeing that the "Martial Slave" not only failed to speed up but even turned around and glared fiercely at him, the staff member flew into a rage. He cranked the stun baton to maximum power and swung it down.

"Who gave you the nerve to treat members of the Martial Alliance like this!"

The furious roar carried far and wide as six pillars of vital energy shot into the sky, converging into an ink-black brush that spanned the street.

The brush lightly tapped downward. The guards' eyes rolled white, and they collapsed one after another, the sounds of bodies hitting the ground unceasing.

The imprisoned Martial Alliance members abruptly raised their heads. Their faces showed disbelief, joy, excitement, and every other emotion imaginable. Some were so thrilled that they let out wild roars.

In contrast, the Armed Envoys showed little surprise. Every one of them had activated their Bloodline Armaments long ago.

Several Armed Envoys hidden among the crowd could not suppress their smiles. With the great merit they would earn this time, promotion and rewards were practically guaranteed.

"They've shown up, just as expected. Everything is under control." Dr. Zhuo watched the entire scene through the tracking bird overhead. She lightly pressed her earpiece and issued an order. "Notify the others. The fish has taken the bait. It's time to close the net."

On the screen, the Martial Alliance's Martial Artists had already begun a fierce clash with the Armed Envoys. The scene was chaos