A young man with eight pairs of pure white wings on his back came racing from afar. With every step he took, ripples spread through the void.
With a gentle sweep of his wings, countless white feathers became sharp blades, like so many keen Heavenly Blades. They blotted out the sky as they shot toward Jiang Zhu.
"Jiang Zhu! You human pet of our race, today I will suppress you!"
Jiang Zhu glanced aside, a trace of disdain flashing through his eyes.
Hum!
He merely waved a hand lightly, and the white feathers, which could easily tear through Saint Artifacts, shattered as though they had struck walls of bronze and iron.
"With that little ability, you dare show off before me?" Jiang Zhu said calmly.
"How is this possible? Why could you break my Winged Race Secret Technique so easily?"
Jiang Zhu did not answer. He simply took a light step forward, and the entire earth trembled. An indescribably terrifying aura erupted from his body.
"Argh!" The Winged Race youth screamed, retreating uncontrollably, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.
Jiang Zhu paid no further attention to the Winged Race youth, who resembled a dog driven from its home, and continued deeper into the City Lord's Residence. Screams rang out along his path.
Every cultivator and soldier who showed killing intent toward Jiang Zhu suffered an attack without exception. Their agonized howls resounded throughout the city, sending chills through everyone within it.
A powerful Saint Spirit Race warrior clad in golden armor, with two horns on his head, strode through the air. He carried a spear, and wherever its tip pointed, the void split apart.
"The City Lord is taking action himself!"
Yet in the face of the City Lord's powerful pressure, Jiang Zhu remained calm, even wearing