Huang Jinxu had not even seen his enemy's face before being beaten into this sorry state.
He had been leisurely sipping wine at his post when the entire sky suddenly darkened. Then a figure clad in a black robe appeared before him and shattered his martial soul with a single strike.
Facing this person felt like facing a terrifying Limit Douluo. That feeling was simply too frightening.
He was about to call for the other Guardian Douluos, but they did not seem to be faring much better.
Every one of them was facing a powerful enemy. Fear surged into his heart, and he wanted to fight for his life, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not even summon his martial soul.
What frightened him most was that several palace maids nearby were still going about their work, as though they could not perceive anything happening here.
That feeling was truly terrifying, eerie and horrifying. Overwhelming strength alone would have been one thing, but why did this person possess the ability to shroud heaven and earth?
Just what kind of enemy was this?
Why had he come to the Star Luo Imperial City? Was he here to kill the emperor, upset the situation across the continent, and start the war ahead of time?
In that brief span, Huang Jinxu had already thought of all this. But thinking was one thing; taking a beating was another.
Utterly powerless to fight back, he was beaten from one end of the imperial city to the other, rolling and crawling all the way into this healing temple-the palace where Wang Xian'er was stationed, ordinarily tasked with treating the illnesses of high officials and nobles.
It could be considered making the most of her talents.
However, she charged steep fees, raking in money