Facing Pan Long's fierce charge, the Shadow Guards in training froze for an instant, then rushed at him from every direction.
They were not particularly strong. Even the best among them could probably only have traded blows with Pan Long when he had first entered the Martial World—and would likely have lost.
But weak as they were, they were neither blind nor stupid. Of course they could tell how strong Pan Long was.
For one thing, could anyone who dared storm in here and cause trouble be weak?
No one with half a brain would think anything so foolish.
Yet they charged anyway, without the slightest hesitation.
They might not have been strong, but they were warriors all the same.
Warriors feared neither battle nor death.
Besides, these prospective Shadow Guards had long since received a special "education." To them, loyalty to their ruler, service to their country, and sacrifice in battle were only natural. There was nothing to hesitate over.
Whether those beliefs had been theirs to begin with or were intruders that had seized the nest was harder to say.
Pan Long frowned as he watched them charge, but he did not swing his blade.
A grievance had its source, and a debt its debtor. Zhao Xianda had offended him; these prospective Shadow Guards had nothing to do with it.
So he drew a deep breath and roared at the oncoming guards.
"Get lost!"
A violent wind surged with his roar.
The stone slabs beneath his feet, already cracked, shattered into countless fragments. The rammed earth turned straight to dust, blasting outward in every direction with the fierce shockwave.
From afar, it looked like an enormous firework had exploded with him at its center.
Before the prospective Shadow Guards could get close, they were hurled backward as though