Ye Zhanhua had seen his fair share of the world, yet he was still intimidated by that Golden Saber.
He was already powerful enough, being the commander of the East Sea Theater, with hundreds of thousands of brave soldiers at his disposal, making numerous nations within the Eastern Sea Domain tremble at the mere mention of his name.
But even with all his strength, he was just an ordinary person. Even if he practiced inner force, he could not compare to those true Martial Arts Masters.
The prowess of real Martial Arts Masters had already surpassed what ordinary people could imagine; feats like scaling walls and picking flowers with hidden weapons to harm people were mere trifles.
Top-tier Martial Arts Masters, if they wanted someone dead, and if that person was not protected by another master of equal caliber, would not spare them—even if they were amidst tens of thousands of troops.
