The jailers all drew their blades and were about to stop them when they heard the disturbance. Who would dare to act so domineeringly in this type of place?
But when they heard the words King George, all of them withdrew their blades again.
King George's prestige in the court was tremendous, and he had always maintained a decent reputation. These jailers didn't dare to offend him.
Those golden armored guards were satisfied when they saw the fear in their eyes. With King George behind them, they could walk proudly wherever they went.
They arrived in front of Sharky, their expressions so arrogant their noses were pointing at the sky. "So you're Sharky?"
Sharky sized up the other party. Of course, it wasn't their appearance, but rather their auras. The leader was at the sixth rank, while the rest were at the fifth rank. Together with the formation combat style imperial guards were familiar with, taking down a seventh rank cultivator wasn't too big of an issue.
