The blood-soaked Ascetic Practice Saint and the Scholar accompanied Yue Yang as they stepped into the main door. They looked like they had just drowned in blood. Wounds lacerated all over their skin, but their expressions remained calm and unperturbed, as if the wounds on their skin was others’ not theirs. There were even a glimpse of pride on their faces. This was because after paying such costs, they were finally able to kill the two Heavenly Imperial Guardians of Zi Jin, who were at the same rank as them.
They were all Heavenly Imperial Guardians, but Da Xia’s Heavenly Imperial Guardians were stronger.