"If you want to condemn a man, you'll never be short of a pretext! Your excuse is so clumsy, my lord. Why not come up with a better one and try again!?"
"You're courting death!" Tong Jin's eyes narrowed as he struck out with a palm from a distance.
BZZZZ—PFFT!
Zhong Shanyong's Inner Qi surged around him in an attempt to defend himself. But in the face of an absolute gap in power, his body was sent flying backward like a kite with a snapped string.
THUD!
Zhong Shanyong's body slammed heavily onto the ground.
"Lord Zhong!" The Garrison Commandant's Office constables beside him cried out, their faces pale with panic. In a single exchange, Lord Zhong, the strongest among them, had been grievously wounded.
"Men!" Tong Jin yelled. "Arrest Mang Blade Chen Ping'an at once!"
"Yes, sir!" several riders behind him responded in unison.
"Stop them! Cough, cough, cough..."
