However, even with a shield and a Golden Armor Charm, the middle-aged man couldn't withstand Feng Jun's casual strike.
The shield shattered in an instant, and the middle-aged man was sent flying backward. Before he hit the ground, his mouth was gushing blood, and the golden glow vanished in a flash.
Everyone could tell that this strike was truly meant to kill. The young man was so scared that his legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"Nobody move!" the elder shouted, bowing towards Feng Jun with a pale face, "Sire, the boy is badly hurt. Can we wait for a moment?"
"His injuries are not severe," Feng Jun spoke coldly, "I'll give you twenty breaths."
Twenty breaths later, the middle-aged man had swallowed some pills. Although his expression was extremely weary, it was clear he wouldn't die anytime soon.
