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"Hum!" Countless Qi Seas trembled violently!

"Today, I step through this gate only to tell you all!"

"—Those who bully her are my enemies!"

"Those who dare to insult her—"

The final four words, carrying a monstrous Evil Qi reminiscent of a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses, struck deep into the Divine Souls of every Cultivator looking up at the sky, like a divine hammer forged from billions of pieces of cold iron!

They completely shattered their meager will to resist along with their protective spiritual light!

"—Body! Soul! Utterly! Destroyed!"

Boom!

The energy of heaven and earth suddenly became chaotic! This was not a real attack being unleashed, but merely the resonance of heaven and earth triggered by the killing intent contained within these four words!

It resounded in the minds of every living being who heard these words like a bolt from the blue!

The few people in the City Lord's Mansion with weaker cultivation didn't even manage a groan; they rolled their eyes and fainted on the spot, their Divine Souls already damaged!

Those Golden Core stewards and guard commanders spat blood, their auras instantly wilting!

The protective spiritual light of the three Early Nascent Soul Stage retainers shattered directly, and they fell to the ground with muffled groans!

Zhao Wuji could no longer suppress the metallic taste of blood in his throat, and he spat out a large mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs!

His body convulsed violently, and his eyes instantly turned ashen!

His Nascent Soul Great Perfection protective true essence was like paper, collapsing at the slightest touch. Under the massive shock to his heart and mind, his Realm even showed faint cracks of regression!

How could he not understand now that the fiend god before him didn't care at all about him, this piece-of-trash City Lord!

Nor did he care about the rules or face of the Ba Xia Dynasty! He had come simply to establish his authority!

Using the entire Jinling City to declare the ownership of this woman! It was just a woman!

The lingering power of his words had not yet faded!

A spatial ripple appeared, like a pebble thrown into the heart of a lake!

The figure in the green shirt, as if carrying ten thousand years of cold ice, disappeared without a trace!

In the vast City Lord's Mansion plaza, only that monstrous killing intent, which froze one to the bone marrow, remained lingering!

Kneeling, disheveled figures were everywhere, and the magnificent banquet hall, symbolizing the power of the Ba Xia Dynasty, trembled slightly in the lingering aftermath.

It came abruptly and left even faster! It was like a precise, cold, targeted declaration of elimination!

"Ugh..." After a long while, the dead silence was broken by a moan of pain suppressed to the extreme.

Zhao Wuji trembled violently like a sieve, and despite the excruciating pain of his damaged Foundation, he managed to prop up his upper body using his broken hand bones.

His blood-red eyes stared fixedly at the corner of the plaza, at the pale-faced youth who had just crawled out from behind a rockery!

"You unfilial son!"

The two words erupted from the depths of his throat, like a roar from the Nine Nether Hell, tearing his throat until it was dripping with blood!

"Argh... Dad! It has nothing to do with me! It's not my fault! It's that... it's Luo Yan who doesn't know what's good for her! It's her acting all high and mighty! My son has spent so many Spirit Pills and Spirit Stones..."

Young Master Zhao Three was terrified out of his wits. He crawled and scrambled, trying to argue, pointing at a greasy-faced steward beside him who was shaking like a leaf in the wind, "It's him! It's him who instigated it! He said if soft tactics didn't work, then make her at the birthday banquet..."

Slap!

Young Master Zhao Three was hit and spun around like a spinning top, several teeth mixed with blood and saliva flying out!

His left cheek swelled up and turned purple visibly, imprinted with a clear five-fingered bloodstain!

This slap contained the fury and lingering fear of Zhao Wuji at the Peak of the Nascent Soul Stage, making his ears buzz and his eyes see stars, his wailing stuck in his throat!

"Da! Da..." He wanted to call for his dad, still shaken, but his throat could only emit a wheezing sound like a broken bellows.

"Shut! Up! You evildoer!" Zhao Wuji's old, wolf-like eyes were so red they were about to drip blood!

His voice was hoarse and broken, as if polished by sandpaper, every word carrying a bone-chilling killing intent and even deeper fear.

"Instigated by others?! You can't hide your own filthy thoughts, so you blame others?! Are you blind?! Have you grown guts?! You provoked a fiend god who could crush the entire Jinling City, someone who even dares to kill the current Prince!"

His withered finger was almost pointing at Young Master Zhao Three's nose, spit mixed with the smell of blood spraying out, "Trash! Idiot! You almost severed the nine-generation Foundation of my Zhao Family! Kneel down for me!"

Thump!

How could Young Master Zhao Three dare to have any thought of resistance? His legs went weak, and he knelt down heavily, his knees hitting the hard spiritual jade floor with a dull thud.

His body trembled like a sieve, the wet patch in his crotch continued to expand, and a foul, fishy stench filled the air.

"Look clearly!"

Zhao Wuji pointed at his third son, whose eyes were as empty as rotting meat on the plaza, and then pointed at the steward's bone powder scattering in the wind on the ground, "That position should have been yours!" His voice blew past like a cold wind from the Nine Nether Hell.

"If it weren't... if it weren't for the fact that such an existence simply didn't bother to glance at an ant like you, too lazy to dirty his hands! You would have already turned to ash! And my Zhao Family would have been buried along with you!"

His chest heaved violently as he suppressed the urge to slap his son's head off again, using his last shred of reason to roar: "Immediately! Bring the apology gifts for me! Get lost! Go! To! The! Myriad! Medicine! Pavilion!"

The fierce light in his eyes almost solidified: "Kneel! At! Fairy! Luo's! Door!"

"If she tells you to kneel for a day! You cannot kneel for half an hour less!"

"If she spits in your face! You must lick it clean with a smile!"

"If she doesn't open the door..." Zhao Wuji's voice paused, like a furious beast finally suppressing the roar in its throat, leaving only bone-chilling coldness: "Then you kneel there until you die!"

The last sentence made Young Master Zhao Three tremble violently, his face drained of color, having only the strength to nod desperately, unable to utter a single word.

"Get lost! Now! After you return, go and kneel before the ancestral tablets! No, get to the back mountain's Earth Fire Cliff and face the wall!"

Zhao Wuji kicked him over violently, as if kicking away an eyesore of trash, "Within a year, if you dare to step out of the cliff entrance—I will send you to keep the steward company!"

He pointed at the spot of rotting meat, and after speaking, as if exhausted, he hunched his back and began to cough violently, blood continuously overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

Jinling City completely exploded!

Countless Divine Thoughts intertwined frantically in the streets and alleys, teahouses and restaurants, the mansions of various families, and even the remote and dark corners of the demonic Cultivators!

"Listen! Have you heard?! That commotion at the City Lord's Mansion! Oh my god!"

"Soul Transformation! It must be an expert at the Late Stage Soul Transformation or above! Zhao Wuji is nothing! He was pressed to the ground like a dead dog!"

"I was three streets away and almost wet my pants! That pressure! It felt like my Divine Soul was about to be crushed!"

"The key is what did he shout?! 'Those who bully her, body and Soul utterly destroyed'? Who? Luo Yan?! That female shopkeeper of the Myriad Medicine Pavilion?!"

"My goodness! What is the background of Fairy Luo, who has been so low-key for so long? To be able to make such an existence personally come to the City Lord's Mansion to declare... ownership?!"

"Look! The City Lord's Mansion's motorcade! Oh my mom! Using ten-thousand-year Fire-Soaked Jade Marrow Hearts as stones to pad the gift boxes?!"

"Carrying Nine-Turn Pulse-Continuing Jade Nectar in jade vats?! This is... bankrupting themselves to apologize!"

"Hiss... That old thing Zhao Wuji's order just now... Anyone who slights Fairy Luo, he will personally exterminate their entire Family and refine their Souls? Is he... is he scared crazy?!"

All the discussions were filled with uncontrollable panic, fanatical gossip, and deep reverence for that unknown terror!

The three words Yao Delong were like a forbidden brand, instantly carved into the depths of the Souls of every living being in Jinling City, its weight surpassing all imagination!