Xu Zii’s imposing presence grew increasingly overwhelming.
With every step he took, endless ripples would emanate around him.
The oppression beca heavier and seed to suppress the very heavens and earth around him.
He raised his head with an indifferent gaze, looking at the enormous city within his sight.
Wind Crane City was a large city.
Atop the city walls, a four-headed crane stood on one leg, its four heads each facing one of the four cardinal directions.
At the call of the Wind Cranes, the break of day pierced through the heavens.
It was the calst day in Wind Crane City, with heavy rain pouring down from the outside world, the streets already sparse of people.
Pedestrians hurried ho, while so stayed inside taverns, enjoying the rainy season with a drink.
Under the eaves covered with moss, the heavy rain ford a straight line as it fell.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake.
The eaves trembled slightly, and the line of rain beca sporadic and chaotic.
"What’s happening?" the people within the city exclaid in surprise, looking toward the distance.
An incredibly strong sense of intimidation descended from the sky, as if it intended to envelop the entire Wind Crane City and suppress it.
Xu Zii walked step by step to the city gates, his aura by then as imposing as a dragon.
It wound around him like a dragon, circling the area.
With each step, he left deep footprints on the ground.
The footprints extended deep into the earth, and the oppressive sense of suppression in the space resounded with a "bang bang."
"Who dares to enter Wind Crane City?" An elder in a blue gown, supported by nurous city guards, stood on the city wall and shouted.
He looked at Xu Zii and felt inwardly startled; the other’s aura was too strong. Even from a great distance, he could feel that oppressive sensation.
"May I know why this talented individual has co to Wind Crane City?" The elder softened his tone, probing with his question.
"Are you the City Lord of Wind Crane City?" Xu Zii slightly raised his head and asked flatly.
"I am not, but you may speak to about your concerns. I too can make decisions," replied the elder.
Xu Zii couldn’t be bothered to explain and simply threw his Saint Heir’s token at the elder.
The surrounding tens of thousands of kiloters of land were all governed by the True Martial Holy Sect, and naturally, these cities were also under the True Martial Holy Sect’s command.
As a Saint Heir, Xu Zii was also the Saint Heir of these cities.
The elder caught the token with a puzzled look, glanced at it a few tis, and his expression changed.
He hurriedly presented the token with both hands and exclaid, "I have seen the Saint Heir."
Hearing the elder’s words, the soldiers guarding the city quickly knelt down and shouted in unison.
"Have your City Lord co out," Xu Zii waved his hand and said.
"Please wait a mont, Saint Heir. I will summon the City Lord imdiately," the elder bowed slightly and hurriedly replied.
...
Before long, a middle-aged man in a white gown was brought over by the elder.
As Xu Zii walked into Wind Crane City, both n quickly knelt on one knee.
"City Lord Feng Tianhe of Wind Crane City greets the Saint Heir," City Lord Feng Tianhe promptly greeted.
"May I know what brings the Saint Heir to Wind Crane City?"
"There’s soone you should know," Xu Zii said.
"Please command , Saint Heir," Feng Tianhe replied eagerly.
"The Saint Heir of the Blood Nether Holy Sect, Xue Zeyuan," Xu Zii stated, enunciating each word.
"He is in Wind Crane City. Help find him."
"That..." Feng Tianhe hesitated for a mont.
"What is it?" Xu Zii frowned, looking at Feng Tianhe.
"To tell you the truth, the Saint Heir of the Blood Nether Holy Sect is currently a guest in my mansion," Feng Tianhe quickly replied.
"You sure have it easy," Xu Zii said.
"Xue Zeyuan is after the Core Disciples of my True Martial Holy Sect, and instead of helping, you roll out the red carpet for him."
Upon hearing Xu Zii’s words, Feng Tianhe’s face drastically changed, as he hurriedly spoke.
"Saint Heir, please see clearly, I had absolutely no idea about these matters.
But with Xue Zeyuan coming to my City Lord Mansion, as a host, I couldn’t just turn him away."
"Then take to see him," Xu Zii said.
Feng Tianhe imdiately nodded.
He was well aware that Xu Zii was not only the Saint Heir of the True Martial Holy Sect but also the son of the Deputy Sect Master.
Compared to the so-called Blood Nether Holy Sect, he dared not offend Xu Zii.
......
Following Feng Tianhe to the City Lord Mansion, he walked straight into the grand hall.
At this mont, the hall was filled with singing and dancing, as several exceptionally graceful dancing maidens perford explicit dances.
A variety of delicious foods were laid out on the tables in front of the young man in a red robe who sat at the head of the hall.
He watched the dancers with interest, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.
When he saw Feng Tianhe return, the young man smiled and asked, "City Lord Feng, have you taken care of it?"
Feng Tianhe didn’t answer but simply waved his hand slightly and said to the dancing maidens, "You can go down first."
"What’s the matter, City Lord Feng?" the young man in the blood robe asked, slightly taken aback before chuckling lightly.
"Allow to introduce, this is our True Martial Holy Sect’s Saint Heir, Xu Zii," Feng Tianhe said, pointing at Xu Zii and chuckling.
After sizing up Xu Zii for a mont, the young man stood up and said, "I’ve long heard of your great reputation, Brother Xu. You’ve always been like the Divine Dragon, mysterious and seldom seen."
While the other took his asure, Xu Zii also scrutinized Feng Tianhe.
He had already had the elder from before take Yao Shengnan and Xiao Guizi down to rest.
Xue Zeyuan, wearing a red robe, had a noticeable scar on his neck.
He had a buzz cut, his features were resolute, and his eyes were sharp as a flying eagle’s.
Thin lips, a hooked nose, and he carried a Wolf Fang Club on his back.
This Wolf Fang Club was completely white, as if made of white jade, clear and sparkling.
Its wolf teeth were sharp and barbed, arranged densely, reflecting the cold light.
"I only have one question," Xu Zii said with a smile.
"Feel free to ask, Brother Xu," Xue Zeyuan said with squinted eyes and a smile.
"How do you want to die?" Xu Zii asked indifferently.
Upon hearing Xu Zii’s words, Xue Zeyuan’s expression didn’t change.
His aura instead began to rise bit by bit.
"Brother Xu, you really know how to joke. The Destiny is still forming, so what’s the rush?"
Xu Zii chuckled lightly and directly sent his large hand suppressing towards Xue Zeyuan.
Feeling the oppressive power coming from the large hand, Xue Zeyuan’s face changed, and the Wolf Fang Club on his back flew out, striking towards the large hand.
But his power was ultimately no match, and he was sent flying by Xu Zii’s hand.
Xue Zeyuan’s figure crashed, striking the grand hall’s surrounding wall.
Xu Zii walked out of the grand hall while outside, the torrential rain continued to "pitter-patter" down.
Xue Zeyuan stood up from the muddy rain, holding the Wolf Fang Club, with the prowess of an early Divine Vein surging around him.
He looked at Xu Zii and said in a flat tone, "Brother Xu, you wouldn’t really want to start a war between our two sects, would you?
Even if you want to kill , you should have a reason."
"The matter of you chasing after the Core Disciples of my True Martial Holy Sect, do I still need to explain it aningfully to you?" Xu Zii retorted.
"Ah, it ultimately ca to light," Xue Zeyuan laughed heartily.
He wiped the rain from his face and said with a wicked smile, "I didn’t expect we’d et so soon."
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