Star Luo City, Imperial Palace.
Seeing Yang Ming emerge from the dust and smoke, the surrounding Imperial Guards were startled at first. Then, seeing that they had at least two hundred men on their side, they steadied themselves and grew bolder.
"Everyone, attack together!"
"There's only one enemy. Don't be afraid!"
"He blocked so many crossbow bolts in the air just now. His Soul Power must be heavily depleted. Maybe he's a defensive Spirit Master with low attack and high defense!"
"We have a great chance of winning this round!"
"Go for it! Wealth and glory are right before our eyes!"
"Kill!"
The Imperial Guards, their faces varied and their Weapon Martial Souls in hand, surged forward from all directions amid furious roars brimming with killing intent.
The sight alone was indeed intimidating.
Had it been someone fainthearted, they might have already been overawed by the enemy's momentum, their courage cut in half and unable to bring out their full strength.
"A bunch of ants dare contend with the sun and moon?"
Yang Ming snorted coldly, his face filled with disdain.
His words stirred up a thousand waves. The surrounding Imperial Guards immediately lit up their Soul Rings, each unleashing their strongest moves and hurling them down upon Yang Ming.
Savage tiger claws, sharp arrows, domineering broadswords, scorching fireballs...
Yang Ming seemed frightened stiff, his arms folded across his chest without making the slightest move.
"How dare he look down on us like this?"
"Die!"
Amid the clamor of the Imperial Guards, all the attacks came crashing down.
"Boom! Boom..."
Violent explosions rang out, interspersed with flashes of fire that stabbed at their nerves.
Billowing smoke obscured everyone's vision.
Was he dead?
The thought inevitably arose in the minds of the Imperial Guards.
When the smoke gradually cleared and revealed