On this day, more than half of the Tenth Prince's Mansion was filled with laughter and gossip.
After all, the mission roster wouldn't be announced until the day after tomorrow, so they couldn't do anything but rest.
It was the perfect time to relax.
The Mansion Officials were also happy to have the downtime.
Then, in a sudden instant, the relaxed atmosphere vanished completely. A group of them were getting beaten by Zhao Ci until they were crying for their mothers.
The one in the worst state was Zhang Da Yong, who also used a spear. Against Zhao Ci's masterful Xiang's Spear Technique, he couldn't find the slightest opening to attack.
Even defending with all his might was a pathetic struggle. Against Zhao Ci's formidable physique and a spear weighing 350 jin, every clash of their weapons made him feel like his body was about to shatter.
His eyes turned red. 'I am the head of the Holy Sect's Four Great Dharma Protectors! When have I ever been beaten so humiliatingly?'
