Prince of Shicheng Hua Tianxiong could clearly sense the powerful aura radiating from the two guards; it was the distinct, oppressive pressure characteristic of Rank 9 Martial Commanders.
One guard stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his other hand gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist so tightly that his knuckles had turned white from the strain. His gaze was sharp as lightning, scanning the distance, missing not a single suspicious figure.
The other guard stood slightly sideways, one foot half a step forward, his weight shifted slightly to the front, adopting a posture ready to strike at any moment. His eyes scanned the surroundings continuously, sharp and keen; the slightest rustle could not escape his notice.
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