Upon hearing their emperor's command, the Elite Personal Guards sprang into action without hesitation.
Moving with deadly precision, they surged forward from all directions, their synchronized charge forming an inescapable net of destruction.
Flames roared to life, engulfing their entire bodies and weapons, making them appear as fiery phantoms of war.
The ground trembled beneath their feet as their blazing figures illuminated the entire arena.
Inches away, Feng Shen's crazed smile suddenly turned cold as ice.
Leaning closer, he whispered in a voice devoid of warmth, "It's time to snuff out this little flame..." As the words left his lips, he struck with blinding speed.
Feng Shen's fist connected with the nearest guard's face, and the impact was catastrophic—obliterating the man's head in an instant.
