AH!!!
Several hundred breaths passed.
The remaining eight guards suffered the same fate as their comrades before them; each had an arm severed. The wounds were clean-cut, and blood gushed wildly! The crowd on the street watched, their eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.
One man, single-handedly battling nine guards.
In the end, all nine guards collapsed to the ground, severely injured, yet this young man remained unscathed. His astonishing combat instincts truly left everyone else in the dust.
Qin Feiyang stood firm, drenched in blood from head to toe, resembling a War God bathed in blood. Everyone present felt an irrepressible dread welling up inside them. After a glance at the ten guards, Qin Feiyang stepped forward, heading towards the Royal Palace.
He appeared completely unperturbed.
