"If you want to put your son down, fine."
Gu Jianlin clenched his right fist and said coldly, "You hang up there in his place."
Purely a contest of strength, a Third-tier Fate Master against a Fourth-Order Mad King, yet he was unexpectedly gaining the upper hand!
"Such audacity, to dare strike against a superior officer in public!"
Wang Taisheng roared, his thought energy surging outward as if it had solid form. He was a Third-tier Heavenly Master.
Only Nie, the Deacon, retained some semblance of rationality. He understood all too well how ferocious this young man was and retreated step by step.
They were all administrative officials, their talents perhaps not too lacking but hampered by bureaucratic duties over time.
Against a monster capable of challenging ranks above him, they had no chance of victory.
With a loud boom.
