Zuo Feng's palm was only three inches from Shen Tianyi's crown.
Old Ghost Shen's scalp bled, and his eyeballs nearly burst from their sockets.
Death had come knocking.
One more inch, and the Shen Clan's old ancestor would become a headless corpse.
Buzz.
A palm-sized bronze official seal abruptly wedged itself between them.
There was no earth-shaking boom, yet the seal was as heavy as an ancient divine mountain, forcibly blocking the path of that killing blow.
Zuo Feng's violent palm force struck it, raising only a ring of pale green ripples.
Zuo Feng raised a brow, withdrew his palm, and stepped back.
His gaze crossed the ruins and turned toward the sky.
A squad of black-armored cavalry hovered there. The strange beasts beneath them wore heavy armor, and their murderous aura condensed into clouds, making it hard for those below to breathe.
The man at their head wore a purple-gold robe embroidered with pythons. Fair-faced and beardless, he held a halberd upside down in one hand as he looked down upon this field of carnage.
Azure Cloud City's lord, Lin Mo.
"Brother Zuo, show mercy."
With a hook of his finger, Lin Mo summoned the spinning bronze seal back into his palm. "If the Shen Clan's old ancestor dies, who will make up Azure Cloud City's tax revenue? This city lord will have a hard time."
Zuo Feng sneered. The aura around him did not recede, but instead surged further. The air behind him warped under scorching heat.
"Lin Mo, when that old dog was about to wipe out my entire family just now, were you blind?"
Lin Mo's expression remained calm. He could not even be bothered to glance at the wreckage covering the ground.
"Just now?"
He glanced at the blood-covered Zuo Tianhe, then fixed his gaze