บท 461: This bow, this Young Patriarch can’t accept

When the guards around received the order, they immediately unleashed their Profound Qi.

These guards were the elite cultivators who were carefully selected by the captain.

All of their Profound Qi were all Mystic Profound Third Grade and above.

The highest among them all had even reached Mystic Profound Seventh Grade.

It was rumoured that, Mercenary Association's guards, were around one thousand people and above.

This kind of abled cultivators, when one thousand of them gathered together, to protect the Mercenary Association's order, would ordinary people even dare to create trouble here?

Ye Qing Luo's lips curled into a chilly smile, as her blazing feather fan gentle wavered, like a bundle of excited flame running around her fingers, burning continuously, unleashing splendid colours.

Captain's sight fell onto that strange feather fan, and his eyes instantly felt a sharp pain.