The silver-robed elder, looking at the group of bodyguards charging towards him, let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with disdain.
The faces of the other three silver-robed men and eight red-robed men also bore expressions of contempt.
In their eyes, these bodyguards were merely slightly stronger ants, still no match for them.
Soon, the bodyguards collided with the twelve men including the silver-robed elder.
As soon as the combat began, the bodyguards were quickly overwhelmed.
The silver-robed elder and his companions barely had to lift a finger before numerous bodyguards were spitting blood and falling to the ground.
From the initial group of over ninety bodyguards, in an instant, only fifty or so could still stand; the rest lay on the ground, incapacitated.
Qi Weisheng, not far from the back, saw this scene and was greatly distressed.
