The Xiling Guard of the Lord’s Manor

Long Haotian was not fool.

His gaze swept over the guards of the Lord’s Mansion, and a look of arrogance immediately appeared on his face.

This was not a secret realm.

Among this group, the highest cultivation level was only at the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

Whether it was background or cultivation, he was not afraid.

“If I don’t allow it, what will you do?”

“Disregarding the Lord’s Mansion, of course, we will hand you over to the Lord for judgment.”

The leader’s eyes revealed a clear malice.

“I’d like to see who dares to make a move.”

Long Haotian’s aura suddenly erupted, with Chen Tao and Wang Yian standing on his left and right.

The pressure of the three Nascent Soul cultivators, like a surging giant wave, rushed towards the guards of the Lord’s Mansion.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Under the impact of the pressure, the faces of the guards of the Lord’s Mansion changed drastically, constantly retreating, and finally crashing through the fence of the inn and falling down.