346: accidental injury

As the City Lord spoke, everyone below immediately fell silent.

He scanned the crowd, and their panic, anger, fear, and hostility were now fully evident on the faces of these high-ranking inner city officials.

"What are you afraid of? The one who made a move this time is a Cultivator from the Jiantian Division stationed here, possessing a Second Revolution cultivation.

According to the Cultivator Lord's description, the opponent is at most a First Revolution, or at most a peak First Revolution."

Everyone present was a person of high status and power, and even if they hadn't directly interacted with Cultivators, they knew something about them.

For example, Cultivators are divided into one to nine Revolutions, with the First Revolution being the lowest and the Ninth Revolution the highest, and the difference between each Revolution is vast.

The Great Zhou Dynasty, despite being in such a state of decay with uprisings everywhere, still stood firm because it had a Grand Tutor from the Jiantian Division, a Ninth Revolution expert, in charge.

As the only Ninth Revolution under heaven, no matter how many Eighth Revolution experts came, they would be no match for him.

The Yang Family Patriarch below quickly interjected, "That's right, as soon as that Lord makes a move, I guarantee Lin Ang won't even have time to beg for mercy before being struck down."

Hearing him speak, the City Lord turned his gaze towards him, "This matter started because of you. Although it was done by your subordinates, you are not entirely blameless.

After this is over, you must give everyone an explanation."

"Yes... I understand," the Yang Family Patriarch forced a smile, his heart filled with bitterness.

From today onwards, no matter what, his Yang Family would be out of the inner city's most core circle.

But compared to his entire family being wiped out, perhaps this was the best outcome.

Seeing that the Yang Family Patriarch had no objections, the City Lord nodded and then turned to look at the others.

"And you all, from now on, rein in your actions. Don't provoke people you shouldn't provoke again.

Otherwise, the Yang Family Patriarch will be your example. There won't be a second chance, and you will only suffer more than him."

"Yes!"

"We await the City Lord Lord's command!"

Hearing the City Lord's threatening words, everyone not only didn't feel nervous but actually breathed a sigh of relief.

What did it mean that the City Lord dared to speak with such certainty?

It meant he had confidence that the Cultivator Lord could kill Lin Ang outside the city.

Even the Yang Family Patriarch felt much more at ease after hearing this.

Yes, that was a Cultivator from the Jiantian Division; how could a wild one from outside compare?

Moreover, even if he couldn't win, would he really dare to kill that Lord?

That Lord had Third Revolution, Fourth Revolution... and even Ninth Revolution experts behind him.

Under heaven, who wouldn't show some respect to someone from the Jiantian Division?

If it weren't for the Ninth Revolution expert setting the rule that those above the Sixth Revolution were not allowed to participate in any form, those rebellions would have been suppressed long ago.

One of them chuckled dryly, "Haha, the City Lord Lord is right. Presumably, by now, that Lin Ang has become a sword's victim..."

Bang!

Suddenly, an explosion sound came from the direction of the City Lord's mansion gate.

A figure flew towards the hall at an indiscernible speed.

Any guards or similar beings in the way were utterly crushed and shattered without a ripple.

Flesh and blood splattered into the pond in the courtyard, and the water surface gradually turned red.

In a blink of an eye, Lin Ang arrived before the City Lord and the others, casually looking around, quite satisfied, "Since everyone is here, I don't need to go looking for you one by one."

The heads of the various forces below were all terrified and turned to look at the City Lord.

The City Lord barely maintained his composure, not as disheveled as the others, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is Lord Zhao?"

"Lord Zhao?" Lin Ang was a little surprised by the question. He casually crushed a faction leader and asked, "Which Lord Zhao?"

Could it be that he didn't encounter him?

Lin Ang's reaction was somewhat beyond the City Lord's expectation. He thought Lin Ang had come after a bloody battle with Lord Zhao.

But the other party hadn't even heard of him. Could it be that he was truly lucky and didn't encounter him?

Thinking of this, the City Lord couldn't help but feel a bit more confident, but his life was still in the other's hands.

So he threatened and negotiated, "Lord Zhao is a Cultivator from the Jiantian Division. I advise you to look out for yourself and escape quickly while you still can.

Otherwise, when Lord Zhao returns, you will have no place to be buried."

"Wait?" Lin Ang suddenly interrupted and asked, "Are you talking about someone from the Jiantian Division?"

The City Lord thought Lin Ang was scared, and his expression became even more composed, "Indeed, it is a Cultivator Lord from the Jiantian Division."

"The one you're talking about, is he dressed in white, with a thin sword, and eyes full of disdain for others?" Lin Ang continued to ask.

"That's right, since you know, then..." As he spoke, the City Lord felt a little strange.

Didn't he say he hadn't encountered him? How could he describe him so clearly?

Suddenly, the City Lord realized something and exclaimed to Lin Ang, "You..."

Lin Ang pointed to the bloodstains on his body, "Maybe this one, no, this one is from yesterday.

Then it's this one, no, this is from the Hero Gang before."

As he spoke, Lin Ang searched in front of the City Lord.

He killed as he searched, and soon many new bloodstains appeared on his body.

Finally, when only two or three people were left around him.

"This is it!"

Lin Ang suddenly pointed to a tiny bloodstain and said, "I found it, it's this one. I killed him too quickly then, not much splashed on my clothes."

Then he complained, "It took me a good while to find it!"

Hearing Lin Ang's words, everyone in the hall felt a sense of despair.

The Cultivator Lord was dead, and according to the other party, he died very quickly.

What did this mean? Lin Ang's strength was far superior to the Cultivator Lord's.

Lin Ang suddenly grabbed in the direction of the City Lord, and another struggling figure, screaming loudly, was caught in his hand.

Lin Ang's palm quickly tightened, actually producing a sonic boom, and the figure in his hand became silent.

"Actually, to be honest, I'm quite interested in their Jiantian Division, but unfortunately..."

Lin Ang shook his head and sighed, "Unfortunately, he immediately wanted me to commit suicide. My life wasn't easy to obtain.

If someone wants me dead, even the King of Heaven won't get any face from me."

"Ah!"

While talking to the City Lord, Lin Ang crushed another person beside him.

One by one, it would soon be the City Lord's turn.

"Stop!"

Just as Lin Ang extended his 'kind' hand to the next person, a woman's cry sounded from outside.

The voice was somewhat familiar, which made Lin Ang temporarily stop his movements.

Turning around, he saw a woman in palace attire standing outside.

The woman quickly ran to Lin Ang, knelt down, "Don't you remember me? I beg you, please spare my father."

Lin Ang instinctively slapped her across the face, sending her flying to the courtyard wall.

"Ah!" a cry of pain.

Her entire body seemed to be plastered against the wall, slowly sliding down, leaving a blood-smeared trail like a rag.

The middle-aged man who had escaped death because the woman called out exclaimed, "My daughter!"

"Oh no!" It was then that Lin Ang remembered that the voice of the pleading woman was exactly the same as the person who helped him enter the city the day before yesterday morning.