Golden Cicada and the Heart, Face to Face (Second Update; Please Vote)

"Misunderstanding. This really is a misunderstanding."

Lu Zongyuan waved both hands, making one last desperate attempt to explain.

But no one listened. The enraged demonkin had already charged.

Demon aura billowed like dark clouds bearing down on a city.

"Kill!"

Wang Lu roared, his lion's jaws opening wide. The shockwave of his voice shook the Dragon Gate Escort Agency's signboard until it nearly fell.

Then, in the next instant—

Two utterly different auras erupted from the black car.

One black, one white.

The black was thick as ink; the white was pale as frost and snow.

The two currents of black and white did not surge skyward. They hugged the ground instead, spreading in every direction like mercury spilling across a floor.

They met and coiled around each other in midair.

The black current became a dark flood dragon bristling with scales, while the white became a pale flood dragon with whiskers and mane flaring.

The two flood dragons caught each other head to tail, their bodies crossing in a strange, profound pose. From a distance, they looked less like dragons than a pair of scissors.

"Descend."

An aged voice came from inside the car.

The Black-and-White Scissors pressed down from above. Rather than severing anyone's neck, they caught precisely on every demonkin's aura nexus.

Click.

One snip through empty air was enough. The raging tide of demon aura that could have leveled half a block was cut clean through, as though a gardener had trimmed a patch of weeds.

Every demonkin felt the Black-and-White Scissors hanging overhead lock onto their aura—and, more terrifyingly, onto their vital points.

"Creation crowns Zhong Shenxiu; yin and yang divide Ge Hunxiao."

The Demon City's Chief Steward narrowed his slit-pupiled eyes to threads and stared at the car. He ground the words through his