The City Lord took one look and knew it was true.
They were all sect masters and elders from various demonic sects, all cultivators at the Golden Core or Nascent Soul stage, with even a few Nascent Soul stage experts among them.
Gulp!
The City Lord swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "Even so, we can't just let them keep fighting, can we?"
"You forgot, City Lord. The Qingyun Sect is holding a banquet here tomorrow. We can ask them for help."
"Right, hurry to Western Heaven. No, I mean, go to the Qingyun Sect and invite Sect Master Dao Xuan."
"No need. The Qingyun Sect's disciples are already arranging the banquet in the city today. I'll go find them now."
His subordinate dashed off and returned not long afterward.
"What did the Qingyun Sect say? Are they sending someone to help?" City Lord Tang San asked.
"No. The Qingyun Sect said this wasn't their concern. What happens in the city should be handled by the imperial court," the subordinate said miserably.
Tang San was speechless and turned to leave.
"City Lord, where are you going?"
"Home. To sleep."
"You're not handling this?"
"Handle my ass. Let them fight. At worst, they'll destroy a few houses. I don't have a life tough enough to break up a fight. Have the people evacuated and let them fight."
The fighting near the restaurant grew fiercer and fiercer. Everyone's tempers had flared, so naturally, no one held back anymore.
In fact, they had all been fairly restrained at first.
That was until the Masked Man killed a demonic sect elder's beloved disciple with a single punch. The battle instantly escalated.
"You killed my beloved disciple! My Demon Blade Sect will fight you to the death!"
The battle became completely uncontrollable.
Everyone also realized