Ye Futian shoved past a lot of people, yet none of them could stop him. Every person who attempted to block Ye Futian was at least a seventh-order Renhuang. People who hadn't reached the high-level Renhuang Plane; they didn't even have a chance to make a move.
Almost everyone from the ancient royal family was nearby, watching how Ye Futian was marching into the palace as if there were no resistance at all.
It seemed that seventh-order Renhuangs weren't capable enough to thwart him.
Ye Futian rushed through another area and slowed down his pace as he sensed a ton of formidable energy pressing on him from ahead. Several eighth-order Renhuangs were standing in front of him, blocking his path.
