"Who! Don't you want to live? How dare you speak to the Holy Lord like this in the Jinluan Palace!!! Show yourself quickly, otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"
The two guards guarding the gate suddenly looked solemn and shouted in a low voice. Although these two guards were dressed in ordinary clothes, the aura exuding from their bodies was enough to prove that their methods were not low at all.
The ministers in the palace were all astonished. In this world, there are still people who dare to speak to the Holy Lord like this? Do they think they are immortals? After all, even those who have opened their spiritual roots dare not use such words and tone to say this.
In other words, otherwise, it will be difficult to live a successful life.
At this moment, at the door of the main hall, someone walked in at some unknown time.
This is a very light man. His steps are so light that people think he is coming on the wind. He is wearing a decent black assassin costume, with ribbons hanging down his neck and down his back. His body is very slender.
, looks very even, and at the same time, his face is covered with vicissitudes of life, as if carved with a knife, full of elusive and difficult-to-see depth. The most eye-catching thing is the gray hair.
He was not born with gray hair. People knew this for some reason, but why did he have gray hair? There must be a story.
"Who are you?? You are so brave! Someone, knock it down!"
The Holy One was furious and shouted loudly.
Immediately, the two guards guarding the door flashed and rushed towards the white-haired man. At the same time, the two guards stretched out their palms and clasped the man's shoulders. Their fingers were bent and their energy was active on their fingertips.
This is obviously to break the man's flesh and blood with his fingers, lock the man's trachea, and subdue him