The entire room inexplicably fell silent.
The doctors' eyes twitched. Clearly, none of them had expected Jun Wangchen to dare make a move in front of a powerful military officer like Mo Xingao.
Mo Xingao's expression abruptly changed.
He's no ordinary man. This young man is far from ordinary.
Even the weakest of his Personal Guards was a late Yellow Tier martial artist. Seizing a seemingly frail young man should have been as easy as taking a drink of water.
Yet what had just happened struck him like a club to the head, shaking him to the core.
Even the soldier whose throat Jun Wangchen had seized was stunned for a moment. He simply couldn't imagine how someone with Jun Wangchen's slender build could unleash such tremendous strength.
Of course, shocked though he was, the man reacted swiftly. He hooked his hand around Jun Wangchen's grip and broke free, then stepped around behind him, clearly intending to counterattack.
Unfortunately, he had still underestimated Jun Wangchen's strength.
As he slipped behind Jun Wangchen and prepared to strike, he discovered, to his horror, two fingers at his throat radiating an intense chill. If he moved another inch, those fingers would become a deadly weapon and deliver a fatal blow.
"Gulp!" The soldier swallowed involuntarily as he realized this, his eyes trembling.
Too fast!
It was as though Jun Wangchen had eyes in the back of his head. The instant the soldier moved, he had reacted.
And his speed was utterly blinding.
This was simply not the speed or reflexes a young man in his early twenties should possess!
"Late Yellow Tier... a little weak..." Jun Wangchen shook his head slightly, a trace of disdain flashing through his eyes.
The lead soldier's expression stiffened. Jun Wangchen's remark left his face burning red with