The County Magistrate gave a wave of his hand, and the bailiff beside him abruptly drew his blade. A magnificent blade light instantly filled the entire rear courtyard.
Ai Jing's expression changed drastically. The forbidden art unfurled, and the Sword Blade in his hand seemed to transform into a mountain, blocking in front of him.
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing rang out. Ai Jing's face abruptly went pale, and he retreated three steps in a row, spitting a mouthful of bloody foam with each step.
By the third step, the Aura throughout his body had already scattered completely, and he involuntarily toppled backward onto the ground.
With a muffled thud, Ai Jing died on the spot, his Dao Dissipated.
The faces of all the various other races watching this scene turned extremely ugly, and Chen Fei's brows also furrowed of their own accord.
Strangeness was formed from the twisting of rules, and rules had patterns. Twisted Rules were still rules, so they definitely had patterns too.
Back when Chen Fei was in the Endless Sea, he had encountered many Strange Cities. Those Strange Cities had established many regulations, and some of those regulations were so great that at times, even the masters of the Strange Cities themselves could not break them.
Why set up these regulations? Many strange beings did not understand, but in the unseen, they knew that doing so could greatly increase the power of their own Strange City.
The harsher the regulations, the greater the boost the entire Strange City would obtain in the end.
This was actually conforming to some kind of Distorted Rules, which was why Strange Cities gained an increase.
So in this Strange City, there were also many regulations, but as long as they followed the regulations, the other races who had