Everyone turned toward the voice and saw an armored officer walk into the hotel.
A dozen or so soldiers followed behind him.
"General Liu, what brings you here?"
At the sight of the powerfully built, armored General Liu, whose soul power radiated the strength of a Soul Saint above rank seventy, the hotel manager immediately approached him with a smile.
"Where did they come from?"
"General Liu asked you a question. Where did you come from?"
Although the women in Zhao Su's group were beautiful and the men handsome, making them a pleasing sight, none of them gave off particularly strong fluctuations of soul power.
Thus, in General Liu's presence, the hotel manager treated Zhao Su and the others with little courtesy.
"Enough nonsense. Get our rooms ready, then prepare some food!"
Yan ignored the manager's question entirely. Without even sparing them another glance, he tapped the reception desk and spoke to the attendant standing there in a daze.
"Boy, are you tired of living? Do you know where you are?"
Seeing how little regard Yan had for him, General Liu flew into a rage and moved to strike him.
Yan was not about to indulge him, either. Flames instantly enveloped his body.
His seven soul rings lit up in their perfect configuration: two yellow, two purple, and three black.
Everyone in the hotel showed a hint of surprise.
Even General Liu's expression turned ugly.
Although he was also a Soul Saint, he fell far short of Yan in both the pressure of his martial soul and the configuration of his soul rings.
Even his first soul ring was only white.
His earlier arrogance vanished in an instant.
By then, Zhao Su, Bibi Dong, and Zhu Zhuqing had already sat down on a sofa in the hotel lobby, leaving everything