Everyone stood in dumbfounded silence as they watched the carriage.
At that moment, a guard from the City Lord’s Mansion stepped forward and bellowed sternly, "Before the City Lord’s Mansion, divinities dismount from their steeds!"
This was an ironclad rule.
No matter who it was, regardless of status or position, they had to dismount and walk on foot when passing this long street.
Because this signified respect for the powerful.
Yet the carriage did not pause for a moment, continuing to amble forward.
The group of soldiers shouted angrily, instantly forming a battle array and went into action.
These soldiers had all been tempered with military secret techniques, each one possessing strength not weaker than that of a Loose Immortal, particularly when they were arranged in a battle formation, their power multiplied dramatically.
Even those in the Half-God Realm did not wish to confront such a well-trained contingent of soldiers.
However, at the very instant when the soldiers’ attacks were about to strike the carriage,
a calm voice emanated from within.
"Scram!"
Boom!
Though it was just a single, lightly uttered word, that group of soldiers was blasted away as if struck by a heavy hammer to their chests.
They were sent flying a great distance, and when they hit the ground, none could rise for a while.
From beginning to end, there was no trace of anything unusual from within the carriage, not even a hint of excess momentum was revealed, just the simple word "scram" which directly dismantled the entire squad of soldiers’ attack.
The onlooking crowd was somewhat astonished.
Meanwhile, the carriage slowly made its way down the street, eventually stopping in front of the gates of the City Lord’s Mansion.
Then, a delicate hand, carved like jade, reached out from behind the curtains, and the next moment, a young man in white stepped forward, appearing before everyone.
The appearance of this young man silenced the entire scene.
This young man looked to be only around eighteen or nineteen years old, handsome and elegant, as if an exiled immortal had descended to the earth.
But upon closer inspection, many couldn’t help but feel an illusion,
for they realized they couldn’t see through the true age of this young man.
And it all stemmed from his eyes.
What kind of eyes were those!
Calm as the tranquil sea, yet seemingly containing an enormous energy capable of destroying heaven and earth, they commanded one not to look directly.
He simply stood there, yet he was like a deity presiding over all judgment.
While everyone was still shaken by his presence, the young man looked up at the majestic and expansive City Lord’s Mansion and smiled faintly.
"Today... it really is quite lively!"
Saying so, the young man stepped down from the carriage, speaking lightly, "Yang Yang, come down! The great spectacle is about to begin!"
Following his words, a young girl in purple descended from the carriage.
The girl’s appearance caused an uproar throughout the crowd.
"It’s Zhuo Yangyang!"
"Yes, the orphan who completely broke with the Zhuo Family!"
Many recognized Zhuo Yangyang, and afterward, the way they looked at the young man turned solemn.
For his identity was now obvious, he was none other than Xue An, who recently had stirred up the wind and clouds in the Cursed City.
At this time, sailors crowded half the street but made way for a path, and Meng Lei stepped forward quickly.
"Lord Xue!"
Xue An smiled faintly, "Captain Meng, thanks for your escort along the way. If you’re not in a hurry, please wait here for a moment!"
With that, Xue An led Zhuo Yangyang towards the City Lord’s Mansion.
It wasn’t until the two of them disappeared behind the grand doors of the City Lord’s Mansion,
that someone exclaimed in shock: "He... he actually went in?"
Silence fell upon everyone.
Meng Lei, too, wore a grave expression as he watched Xue An’s receding figure, silently praying in his heart.
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