Boom!
A thunderous explosion tore through the tranquility of the City Lord's Manor.
The massive front gate of the manor, forged from thousand-year ironwood and inlaid with refined gold patterns,
was violently blasted open by an invisible shockwave!
The door panels scraped fiercely against the frame, producing a teeth-grating creak!
The shockwave did not lose momentum, sweeping through the entire front hall.
The precious porcelain displayed on both sides shattered across the floor with a series of crackles.
The valuable calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls rustled loudly:
Boom! Hiss!
Aah!
Several guards were sent flying to the ground, utterly disheveled.
Amid the chaos, a tall figure slowly walked inside.
The youth's features were cold and stern, his bearing awe-inspiring.
On his way here, he had asked around about the reputation of this City Lord's Manor.
It was nothing more than a den of men who bullied the weak and oppressed women.
That was why Xiao Yan's manner and attitude were so forceful.
Crack! Crack!
With every step he took,
the floor beneath his feet, made from special ore, cracked like fragile thin ice!
Fine cracks rapidly spread, covering the entire hall floor in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Yan looked calm as he walked with his hands behind his back.
The hem of his black robe fluttered despite the absence of wind.
His jet-black hair draped casually over his shoulders.
Beneath his ordinary attire, however, lay a faintly discernible pressure that made hearts tremble.
"Are you Xiao Yan?"
Luo Cheng, seated in the seat of honor, had his pupils suddenly contract to pinpoints.
Fine beads of sweat seeped across his forehead.
As the lord of a city, he had met countless experts!
Yet he had never felt such terrifying oppression.
The elegant youth before him looked as