Stormwind City had been built around a rise in the terrain, with the City Lord's Manor standing atop it.
The city lord here was a genuine Titled Douluo powerhouse. Unable to get by within the Empire and shunned by all sides, he had come to the Northern Province, submitted to the Governor's Residence, and established this enormous Stormwind City.
Now, the lord of the city stood suspended in midair, watching his city burn.
It had happened too suddenly.
Far too suddenly.
Not even a dozen or so minutes had passed. How had things come to this?
"You beasts!" the city lord roared. Then he turned and shouted toward the City Lord's Manor, "Everyone, follow me to meet the enemy!"
Soon, a great crowd surged out of the City Lord's Manor. These were true elites, a force of diehard loyalists assigned to him by the Governor's Residence. Even the weakest was a Soul King, and there were as many as four Soul Douluos. They had originally been intended to guard against a possible invasion by the Eternal Night Council, but now they had no choice but to fight this band of unknown origin.
Just as the furious city lord prepared to lead his men into battle, a figure shot up from the ground like a meteor.
"What?" Before the city lord could react, he felt as though something made of steel had slammed into him. He was carried down into the ground, followed immediately by a stab of pain in his abdomen.
The city lord focused his gaze and saw that a steel man had plunged a Psi Blade into his abdominal cavity.
Then the steel man stabbed him dozens of times in succession, turning him into a sieve, before finally punching his head apart and killing him on the spot.