—Whoosh!!!
In an instant, the atmosphere outside the City Lord's Manor surged to an unprecedented fever pitch.
"You little brat, you really are... courting death!!!!"
Feeling that his authority had been provoked time and again, Zhao Wanliang's expression turned utterly icy at that moment.
"Crackle!"
Violent arcs of lightning raged around him.
"Enough!!!!"
A vast spiritual pressure swept across the area in an instant.
With a flash of golden light, Zhao Jiutang no longer looked like the refined gentleman he had been before. In his place was undisguised hostility.
"Lu Chen, I advise you not to push your luck. If you've never heard that the overly rigid are easily broken, my Zhao family can teach you!"
"So, Patriarch Zhao is threatening me?"
In his Yama form, Lu Chen's voice seemed to drift up from the Nine Netherworlds, chilling to the bone and enough to send shivers down one's spine.
"I am threatening you. So what?!"
Zhao Jiutang's mana surged as he unleashed his full aura.
Though he was only the Zhao family's nominal patriarch, his strength had already reached the peak of the fourth rank. While he was no match for fifth-rank Grand Spiritualists like Yu Feng and Sun Qingcang, he was still more than enough to dominate everyone present.
Yet Zeng Rou and Wang Zhidong did not care in the slightest.
They immediately snorted coldly.
Blue-black qi rose around the two of them.
A jet-black dagger inlaid with dragon patterns appeared in Zeng Rou's hand, while Wang Zhidong gripped his skull staff tightly, frost filling his eyes.
"You want a fight? Do you two really think our Rakshasa... Hall of Benevolent Aid is made of tofu?"
Their auras linked together, and their combined might actually overwhelmed Zhao Jiutang's.
"What, has your Rakshasa Cult forgotten the rules? You've only enjoyed