At dusk, in Glory City.
Xiao Tianhao's residence.
The moment he appeared in his room, he heard a jumble of commotion outside and smelled the lingering odors of various things burning in the air.
He opened the door and, with a few leaps, reached the highest point of the building.
Xiao Tianhao saw flames soaring into the sky around the distant City Lord's Mansion. The smells must have drifted over from there; his own neighborhood had not yet been damaged. But every shop along the streets surrounding his residence had closed, even the street vendors had vanished, and soldiers were constantly patrolling back and forth.
Sensing that something was terribly wrong, he swiftly merged with his demon spirit, the Violet Lightning Saint Spirit Flood Dragon. His body became a streak of lightning as he flew toward the City Lord's Mansion.
A dozen or so minutes later.
Xiao Tianhao arrived at the gates of the City Lord's Mansion. Seeing the miserable state of the mansion and the nearby residents, a surge of fury blazed up in his heart.
He was no saint, but the sight before him still left him seething.
Xiao Tianhao had already roughly guessed the cause. The Dark Guild must have come looking for him and Nie Li.
They were either seeking revenge for the Black Gold Demon Spirit Master who had been killed earlier, or coveting the secrets the two of them held.
Ravaged by the aftermath of battle, the streets and houses outside the City Lord's Mansion were unrecognizable, wreckage everywhere. Craters pocked the streets; houses had collapsed, scattering debris across the ground, and charred fragments of walls jutted crookedly from the rubble.
The signboards of the City Lord's Mansion and the nearby merchant associations and shops had all fallen to the ground, broken into