"Ten Thousand Buddha Hands!" A fear flashed in the eyes of the bodyguard headed by him. "Who is the king of immovability?"

Xiao Yang ignored him, jumped over four bodyguards lying on the ground and chased them out of the door.

"Boss, why don't you do it?" A bodyguard trembled up from the ground, somewhat resentful.

"That's right, boss. Are you afraid this kid won't do it?" Another bodyguard covered his stomach and climbed up. The bodyguard headed by

glared at them and murmured, "That kid is not something we can provoke. He is a disciple of the King of Ming Dynasty."

"Don't move King Ming?!" Several bodyguards changed their...