Black Dragon Cult's Obstruction

"Are you kidding? Our Liang City's City Lord is leaving the city, and you're saying he doesn't get even the slightest privilege? Are you Black Dragon Cult people blind? Do you really not know which city you've requisitioned?"

"That's right! Our City Lord is in a hurry to leave and seek treatment for his child, yet you Black Dragon Cult people are strutting around here, deliberately making things difficult for him. City Lord Du has so many martial artists under him—there must be at least a few at the True Martial Realm sixth or fifth level. You want to seize them all? Then how is our City Lord supposed to leave the city?"

"You blind fools from the Black Dragon Cult, we've put up with you for a long time."

Yang Chen was startled. Looking around, he suddenly realized that Du Zhuifeng had not lost his temper. Instead, those who had come to see him off, along with Liang City's martial artists, were the first to erupt in fury.

Once one group became enraged, the other martial artists from outside the city who were hurrying on their way out immediately joined in. Things were simply like that. It would have been one thing if the Black Dragon Cult had not provoked public outrage, but now, there was not a single person who was not furious with them.

Without Du Zhuifeng's matter serving as the fuse, everyone could still endure it. At least, there had been no one to take the lead.

But now, even the deeply respected Du Zhuifeng was subjected to such treatment when trying to save his own child. Who could still bear it?

When the first person began cursing at the top of his lungs, everyone else began cursing as well. One spread it to ten, ten