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But, he is the center.

The only will in this space.

At the forefront of the Celestial Punishment Association’s camp, a black-robed figure with the deepest aura, whose mask edges faintly reveal dark gold patterns, suppressed the trembling in his soul and bravely stepped forward with extreme difficulty.

His posture was lowered.

He bowed deeply toward the silhouette ahead, his voice dry and hoarse:

"City Lord. With your presence here, what are your instructions?"

His voice was particularly jarring and abrupt in the stagnant air.

City Lord Da Lei seemed not even to bother to lift an eyelid, remaining with his back to everyone.

A voice, flat without any emotional fluctuation, resonated clearly in everyone’s ears:

"Discuss everything after the contest ends."

"Understand?"

The leading black-robed figure’s body suddenly stiffened.

Cold sweat immediately appeared on his forehead beneath the mask.

He obviously hadn’t expected the City Lord to intervene so directly and firmly.

This completely broke the unwritten rules maintained for decades in the City of Injustice.

"City Lord..." He struggled to lift his head, attempting to argue, his voice carrying a subtle urgency and reluctance, "We don’t seem to have violated city regulations, just handling some private..."

But he hadn’t finished speaking.

Boom——!!!

A visible shockwave precisely descended upon him alone.

Crack!

The unmistakable sound of bone cracking echoed.

The black-robed man didn’t even have time to scream, his knees hit fiercely as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, forcing him to kneel to the ground.

The street pavement was brutally indented with two pits from his knees.

Blood instantly seeped from his cracked knees and beneath the mask, dyeing the ground red.

"Ah..."

The pain was suppressed to the extreme, the groan squeezed out from his throat.

City Lord Da Lei didn’t bother to glance back at him, as if merely swatting away a noisy fly.

The same bland voice swept over each Celestial Punishment Association member’s heart:

"I only say things once."

Absolute deathly silence.

Silence spread through the black-robed crowd like a plague.

The bodies of the seven Divine Bone Warriors were tense to the limit.

Yet not even a single thought of resistance could arise.

The leader, kneeling in the pool of blood, trembled violently, the half-exposed face beneath the mask twisted in agony and ultimate humiliation.

But in the face of absolute power.

All emotions turned into the humblest dust.

He gritted his teeth resolutely, his teeth creaking, nearly shattering.

Finally, through bloodstained teeth, he painfully squeezed out a few words, each one seeming to exhaust his entire being:

"I understand..."

His voice hoarse, like an old bellows.

Almost the instant his voice fell.

Buzz!

The terrifying pressure pinning him in the pool of blood retreated like a tide.

And in the center of the street, the black-robed figure vanished quietly, as abruptly as it appeared, as if it had never existed.

The force field’s lock was completely dissipated.

From afar, the street’s noisy voices, engine roaring, poured into the space that had just experienced absolute silence and terrifying pressure, as if returned from being muted.

Neon lights grew glaring again, curious glances cast over.

People briefly surprised by the battle traces and black-robed bleeding figure in the street, soon resumed their usual hurried bypass.

In the City of Injustice, transcendent beings fighting in a force field was all too common.

The kneeling black-robed leader of the Celestial Punishment Association suddenly sprang up as the pressure vanished.

His movements were swift, scattering a trail of blood pearls.

He didn’t even look at his deeply wounded knee, nor did he concern himself with the surrounding gazes.

His eyes, visible through the mask’s eye holes, cast a deep, venomous glance at Fang Qingyu and others.

"Retreat!"

An ice-cold word squeezed from his mouth.

Without any hesitancy, no dragging.

He rapidly turned, his figure becoming a blurred shadow.

Shooting toward the street’s end.

Speed so fast that only a faint blood trace was left behind.

Hundreds of assassins in black robes immediately reformed their formation, retreating swiftly like ebbing black sea, merging into the shadows of the buildings on both sides, vanishing without a trace.

The seven who were similar to Shi Hao also cast a deep look at Fang Qingyu before their forms flickered and vanished on the spot.

In just a dozen breaths.

The street that was just brimming with killing intent and encompassed in black tide swiftly reverted to its usual noise.

Leaving only a faint scent of blood in the air.

Proving that what had just happened was no illusion.

Fang Qingyu slowly descended, his feet landing on the hotel entrance tiles.

His gaze swept the returned-normal street, face showing a strange expression, brow furrowing.

City Lord Da Lei’s appearance and intervention.

Utterly exceeded his expectations.

Even overturned his understanding of the mysterious City Lord.

However, the street was clearly not the right place to discuss this matter.

Fang Qingyu called the group back to the room and closed the door.

Chu Kuanglan finally spoke, his eyes like copper bells opening wide, his voice raised several pitches due to excitement and incredulity: "Whoa, what’s going on?! The City Lord?! It was the City Lord, right?! He actually intervened personally to help us resolve this?! Am I... Am I dreaming?!!"

He rubbed his eyes hard, pinched his thigh fiercely.

The pain made him grimace, confirming it wasn’t a hallucination.