Fang Yan narrowed his eyes and turned toward Jun Wangchen, his expression cold. "What?" he snorted.
"Military District personnel who enter the Mythic Heavenly Palace without permission are subject to one thousand strokes of the military rod on the spot, under military law. All four of you will take your thousand strokes before you leave!" Jun Wangchen shrugged and spoke calmly.
"The military rod?" Fang Yan's mouth twitched when he heard that, and he nearly laughed aloud.
"You're just the Chief Instructor of the Mythic Heavenly Palace, and you dare sentence my grandfather to a beating?"
"Do you have any idea how high my grandfather's standing is in the Military District?"
"Brat, don't think your connections and backing give you the right to act out in front of my grandfather. In the Mythic Heavenly Palace, strength is what counts, not so-called connections."
"If you dare keep acting so arrogantly, no one backing you will be able to protect you."
Jun Wangchen remained unmoved. "Before military orders, rank makes no difference. Once you've taken your thousand strokes, you can leave however you please. If you refuse, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
"You've got some nerve! Do you really think you're the supreme ruler of the world?" Fang Yan could no longer contain himself.
"If I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll really think being Chief Instructor lets you do whatever you want!"
With that, he roared. His muscles bulged, and his body instantly doubled in size.
He stamped hard on the ground, aligning his heart with his intent, his intent with his qi, his shoulders with his hips, his elbows with his knees, and his hands with his feet.
In an instant, a savage aura erupted from him. Like a tiger bursting from its cage, he lunged at