C1278 I Won't Lower Myself to Your Level!

A Heart Chakra cultivator, esteemed among the elite in the imperial capital, found himself floored by a punch from a boy barely in his teens. His face turned ghostly pale, and he foamed at the mouth, clutching his chest as he writhed in agony.

"Protect the prince!"

Witnessing the young man's ferocity, the other guards' faces fell. They cried out in unison, charging with weapons drawn