Fang Qianyuan's expression shifted slightly at the sight, and he called to the retainer clearing the way ahead. "Go see what's happening."
"Yes!" Wang Ran replied.
He signaled with his eyes, and two Warrior Personal Guards immediately left the procession and sped toward the commotion.
Fang Qianyuan simply stopped and waited by the roadside.
Before long, the two Personal Guards returned to report, "Exalted One, one of our Warrior Administration Team Captains received a report from a disciple of the Luogu Training Institute and helped catch a thief who stole a magical artifact. They just searched him and caught him red-handed, with the stolen goods on him."
There was little to say about such a matter. Fang Qianyuan nodded slightly upon hearing this and prepared to leave.
But just then, the youth who had been in too much pain to speak suddenly cried out and sprang to his feet.
"You lawless bastards! Even if I die, I won't let you frame me for nothing!"
As he spoke, azure radiance gathered in his palm, and a fully formed wolf claw materialized between his five fingers.
His spirit essence churned and ground together, forming a surge of gang qi imbued with tremendous power. As he thrust his palm forward, it stabbed out violently.
"Wolf Fang... Thrust!"
"Aah!"
The Warrior leader who had kicked him moments earlier let out a scream!
He had been standing very close to the youth. Knowing that the boy only had fifth transformation cultivation and had effectively lost his combat power after that kick, he had let down his guard.
He had never imagined that the youth could secretly gather power while doubled over in pain, then suddenly strike.
The attack truly caught him unprepared, but by the time he registered it, his instincts as a tenth transformation