"Buzz!"
In that moment, the oppressive might of Emperor Yin was unleashed in its entirety, a pressure so immense it was like a mountain collapsing upon them.
The dozen bodyguards could only feel a momentary struggle to breathe.
Then, uncontrollably, their knees buckled, bending toward the ground.
"Thud, thud—"
One after another, the bodyguards collapsed onto the ground, fainting.
Some even spat out blood.
In the era of Emperor Yin, homage was paid from all directions.
It was not just a few scant words in the history books.
It was the embodiment of absolute strength.
No one dared to defy him.
Under Emperor Yin's command was an army of a million, but he himself was a war god, unmatched in strength.
"Brother Nine!" At this moment, Feng San arrived with Yu Tang.
Seeing the people lying on the ground, he inhaled sharply, his expression stern, "These people…"