He could bear any consequence, could wait, and could also die.
But Qingqing couldn't wait.
The guards of Duke Zhen's Mansion watched as Li Tongzhen charged at them again and were angered to the point of rage.
No one had ever dared to be so bold.
Their strikes became heavier and heavier.
They had indeed harbored the intent to kill.
However, they immediately discovered that, although their strikes grew heavier, Li Tongzhen kept being violently knocked back.
Yet it seemed as if he couldn't die no matter what.
On the contrary, their attacks only seemed to rouse some sort of fighting spirit in the little beggar, as if he had gone mad and was determined to burst into Duke Zhen's Mansion.
After several back and forths,
Li Tongzhen's body trembled with pain, there was barely a piece of intact skin on him, his face was bloodied, and he was so ferocious that he looked like a vicious deity.