Guan Zhaotang, who had disheveled hair and bloodied eyes, had rushed back over with several thousand Anyi Prefecture guards. He gave a furious shout.
"Capture them alive!"
Guan Zhaotang's hands were still tied with the spirit binding rope. His face was flushed red from chagrin.
He was absolutely livid right now. He had mobilized everyone he could inside the Anyi Prefecture.
The guards swarmed toward the Tower of Wondrous Treasures in large numbers. Their shining blades looked even more bright in the night.
"Young'uns will suffer when they are so arrogant!" Guan Zhaotang raised up his tied hands and hollered.
Mo Lian pulled Qiao Mu to his side and raised his eyebrow at Guan Zhaotang. "Are you too overconfident?
"You plan to keep us with just this bit of people?" The crown prince couldn't help but scoff. He raised his hand and waved.
In a split second, Tung rushed over with several thousand well-equipped men from all directions.
