The smoke and dust had settled.
King Pindola appeared, retreating several feet backward, his feet scraping two deep trenches in the ground. At this moment, he was spitting blood, half-kneeling on the ground, able to stay upright only by supporting himself on his steel whip.
"My Lord." Seeing King Pindola in this state, one of the Yin Department's sham grandmasters tried to rush over.
Pei Xuanjing swung his robe, a surge of energy struck directly at the man's chest, sending him flying backwards.
Effortlessly having repelled a sham grandmaster, the rest of Yin Department's personnel didn't dare to move rashly. They could only look at Pei Xuanjing with fear in their eyes, while also staying alert to the Brocade Guards.
However, aside from this, Pei Xuanjing also did not make any other moves and merely glared coldly at King Pindola.
At this moment, King Pindola laboriously stood up.
Cough, cough.
