Hearing Ye Wudao's words, the hundreds of martial soldiers were initially stunned, and then burst into roaring laughter.
"Hahaha, what is this kid saying?"
"He actually wants to meet the Martial King?"
"And calling himself the son of Beiwang, the Young Master of Beiwang Palace? What a preposterous boast without even drafting a lie!"
Just then, the leading captain said with a sneer, "Brat, do you think anyone, any cat or dog, can just waltz into the Martial Division? While we're still in a good mood, scram!"
Ye Wudao's eyes flashed with a cold glint, "What if I must enter?"
"You're courting death!" commanded the leading captain, "Go, teach this ignorant fool a lesson!" Hundreds of Martial Division personnel charged at once.
However, how could these men be opponents for Ye Wudao?
Bang!
Bang!
In the blink of an eye, a large number of men and horses were sent flying.
"Ah, my hand is broken!"
"Ah, my leg bone is shattered!"
