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Pei Ling gazed at the City Lord's Manor, shrouded in thick black mist not far away, and smiled. "It won't be that easy to get his attention." It was only a brawl. A few shops had been smashed, but Demon Abyss City hadn't been destroyed. There was no way that old fellow would stir.

Even if the old fellow heard about it, he wouldn't show himself so easily. The retainers in the City Lord's Manor could handle trifles like this.

When Pei Ling saw the black-robed Demonic Cultivators appear, his gaze fell on the dark patterns embroidered on their cuffs, and a knowing smile crossed his face.

Several black-robed Demonic Cultivators charged into the crowd, striking indiscriminately at those who had gone blood-mad. A single blow left most of them unable to fight or brought them back to their senses. Those who had lost their minds and still struggled were killed outright.

One of them flashed in front of Pei Ling and looked down at him. "You're awfully arrogant."

Pei Ling's lips curved in a cold smile. "You call this arrogant?" He glanced at the black-robed Demonic Cultivators still cutting down people along the avenue. They were doing exactly the same thing.

The black-robed Demonic Cultivator smiled too, his expression savage. "Arrogant indeed." They could slaughter people on the avenue because they carried the City Lord's Manor's Order Enforcer warrants. Yet this pretty, fair-skinned brat dared to put himself on their level. He certainly was arrogant enough. "The City Lord requests your presence."

Whether the brat would live to leave the City Lord's Manor was another matter.

At the mention of going to the City Lord's Manor, Qiao Ranran's heart lurched, and she trembled.

The black-robed Demonic Cultivator caught the slight movement and laughed. "If you're afraid, you don't have