"Boom...!"
As the Black-Clad Youth's body was ground to dust by the sword formation, his Primordial Spirit exploded in midair.
Outside Black Iron City, the battlefield, where fighting had been fierce, fell into an eerie silence.
Cultivators on both sides stared in shock at the blood mist drifting through the air and the young man standing with an axe in hand.
Liu Youfang's eyes widened. He felt as though he were dreaming.
"He... he killed him?"
"The City Lord actually slew a Saint Warrior level expert."
Cases of cultivators killing enemies above their realm were not unheard of in the Cultivation World.
But those capable of such feats were either prodigies nurtured by the imperial court or successors of great sects and hidden lineages, all dragons and phoenixes among men.
Yet now, that very scene had played out outside Black Iron City.
After the overwhelming shock came overwhelming elation.
Liu Youfang became convinced that the City Lord truly was a prodigy some great figure had stationed in the Southwestern Borderlands.
With a thought, Liu Youfang brandished his longsword once more.
"The City Lord has won! Black Iron City will prevail! All City Patrol Guards, move out and kill the enemy with me!"
Liu Youfang's shout jolted the City Patrol Guards inside and outside Black Iron City back to their senses.
They roared and shouted, no longer caring about the disparity in numbers, and seized their Magic Treasures, scrambling to charge out of the grand formation and attack the allied forces of the Three Sects.
Meanwhile, Xie Ying, the valley master of Profound Yin Valley, had been watching the battle and tending her injuries in the distance.
The instant she saw Gu Chenfeng slay the Black-Clad Youth, her face had already gone deathly pale with fright.
Without another word, she turned,