The Turmoil of the Imperial Guard Judge in the Northern Prison

Accompanying the arrival of Qinglong, the commander of the Imperial Guard, three figures appeared on the eaves in the east, south, and west.

They were none other than...

Zhuque!

Black Tortoise!

White Tiger!

Gazing upon this spectacle, Gu Santong's lips beneath his mask curled slowly. He felt a surge of excitement, not the thrill of encountering a worthy adversary, but the exhilaration of lawlessness and the defiance of authority!

As a martial artist, who wouldn't yearn to dominate all, to stand alone in glory?

Throughout history, countless individuals vied for supremacy, wasn't that the ultimate goal?

These non-grandmaster individuals were no longer worthy of Gu Santong's excitement.

However, the opportunity to stir up trouble in the Imperial Guard Judge in the Northern Prison was rare indeed!

"Excellent!"

"Today, all four guardians of the Judge in the Northern Prison are here!"

"Let me experience firsthand the prowess of the Judge in the Northern Prison!"