Yu Luomian: A bunch of parasites! I'll kill one to get the ball rolling!

Boom—!

The towering city gates, forged from black iron and engraved with the Spirit Hall emblem, came crashing down beneath Yu Luomian's full-force strike!

Countless Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disciples, their eyes bloodshot, howled as they surged into this city that represented supreme authority and hatred in their hearts!

Yu Luomian hovered in midair, feeling the tremors rising from below. Looking at the wide-open gates and the sparse, utterly vulnerable guards, a cruel and satisfied smile spread across his face.

"Heh."

"This is Spirit Hall?"

"The number one force in the world? The ruler of the continent?"

His voice was filled with undisguised contempt and mockery.

"And their defenses are this utterly pathetic!"

An elder beside him, equally flushed with fervor, chimed in, "Second Master is wise and mighty! Those fools from Spirit Hall surely never imagined that we would dare launch a surprise attack at a time like this!"

"They're probably still laughing at us as homeless dogs, begging for aid everywhere!"

"That's right!" Another elder's eyes gleamed viciously. "That bitch Bibi Dong is probably still inside Pope Palace, dreaming her sweet little dreams!"

Listening to his subordinates' flattery, Yu Luomian felt as though he had finally vented the foul rage in his chest over the looting of the treasury!

It felt good!

Better than ever before!

With a sweeping gesture, he pointed toward the depths of Spirit City. His voice was impassioned, brimming with the thrill of revenge.

"Brothers!"

"Our target is the Spirit Hall treasury!"

"Take back what we lost a hundredfold—no, a thousandfold!"

"Kill!"

However.

Just as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's war machine of vengeance was about to crush its way into the heart of the city—

An overwhelmingly domineering fragrance drifted into everyone's nostrils on the night wind without warning.

It was