‘Who the hell is this geezer!!’
Leng San swore in his mind, swiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Within a few breaths, several sentries came to the scene. The leader of these sentries was Gui Guyang, chief of the internal troops, a qi-user at the ninth level of the yellow stage, half a level to the orange stage.
Gui Guyang was rendered speechless, seeing three guest houses lining up within the area of the palace devastated, not leaving any trace of scraps. Only the side of the wall Leng San was leaning on looked untouched, as though the old man did not want to seriously injure the boy.
“What in the world has happened?!” Gui Guyang was deep red, considering this was his zone of responsibility, before glancing at Leng San.
Leng San straightened up and said,