Li Ergouzi had just led his old comrades out of the Imperial City Military Department when Linghu Jian arrived with his retinue of family guards and stopped outside the main gate of the Imperial City Military Department.
Linghu Jian was known for his overbearing ways.
The dozens of family guards he brought were all highly cultivated, each having mastered Buddhist martial techniques, hardened like diamond, moving with broad, powerful strokes imbued with the strength of dragons and elephants.
Most impressive were the thirty-six family guards forming a small battle formation.
Once activated, the sound of dragon roars echoed repeatedly.
Though they were only about thirty men, their fierce momentum gave off the terrifying feeling of a hundred dragons raging and rivers of blood flowing for miles.
At the newly built gate of the Imperial City Military Department, the thirty-six Linghu family guards charged as one.
With seventy-two fists pounding continuously, they beat the department’s stationed sentries into bloody messes—bones cracked and sinews torn.
The sentries rolled about like scattered gourds on the ground.
The sounds of bones breaking never ceased.
The sky was filled with figures violently thrown about by the attacks.
The sentries spat blood, screaming in pain.