"Brat, let me make sure you know why you're dying. These two are the prized disciples of Master Lei Ao, a fourth-tier Alchemist of the Jia Ma Empire-Young Master Jiale and Miss Mokeli, genius Alchemists! In your next life, keep your eyes peeled and figure out who you can offend and who you can't!"
At Hun Changqing's question, a burly man built like a small mountain stepped forward and let out a wild, unrestrained laugh.
He had thick brows, large eyes, dark skin, and massive limbs, making for an imposing sight.
The mercenaries beside him also burst into laughter, looking at the surrounded Hun Changqing and Hai Bodong as though they were already corpses.
Their eyes brimmed with mockery. Years of mercenary life had twisted their minds, and they enjoyed watching their prey struggle before death.
The auras of hundreds surged like crashing waves as their Dou Qi rose. Countless chaotic currents of Dou Qi intertwined in the air, destabilizing the energy between heaven and earth until the entire street trembled faintly.
As those countless currents of Dou Qi intertwined and rose, even the view before them grew slightly distorted and hazy. Hundreds of oppressive auras locked onto Hun Changqing and Hai Bodong at once.
Looking at the multicolored Dou Qi and the mercenaries' mocking expressions, Hun Changqing curled his lip.
"Boring. Hai Bodong, deal with them. I'll wait for you at the city gate."
Leaving those words behind, Hun Changqing stepped into empty air before anyone could react. As though invisible stairs lay before him, he slowly walked upward, step by step. His black robes fluttered in the wind, making the sight seem like a nightmare haunting the darkness.
"Gulp..."
Silence filled the street, broken only by a few sounds of people swallowing.
"W-walking on air... without wings?!"
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