Who was he?
An envoy of the Royal Immortal Sect!
His status was beyond high. In his eyes, everyone inside the Capital City was a mere mortal commoner.
How can his words be questioned by a mere mortal commoner?
There was no need to think about it, so he shot out a sword light with his finger, directly cutting off an arm from that guard at the gates. Blood gushed out all over the ground while the guard rolled around in pain.
"How can a mortal commoner be qualified to speak with me?"
The Royal envoy didn't give that guard another glance.
His insufferably arrogant gaze made the other guard's countenance sink.
