This time, Ye Chen dismissed both the Purple Demon Condor and Xiao Xun'er into his inner world.
Then, unfurling his Lightning Wings, he soared through the air. In a flash of silver light, he crossed the city's skies, landing gracefully before the gates.
"What in the—! Did you see that? A streak of silver light just shot past!"
"That wasn't light! Someone's flying!"
"Battle Qi Wings! He's a Dou King expert!"
The guards stationed at the gate and atop the walls were stunned. Never before had they seen such a young Dou King.
In the Jia Ma Empire, those who reached such a realm numbered fewer than twenty.....and each one was a legendary figure.
"Honored sir, are you entering the city?"
A squad leader hurried forward, bowing respectfully as he approached Ye Chen.
Ye Chen gave a slight nod, preparing to speak....
But before he could, a harsh voice barked from within the gate tunnel.
"Make way! Sand Mercenary Group heading out for a mission! All irrelevant people, move aside!"
A thunder of hooves echoed as a troop of mounted mercenaries charged out of the city, showing no sign of slowing down.
"Stop!"
Only when the leader—a sharp-faced man with cold, vulture-like eyes.....noticed the guards and Ye Chen blocking the road did he raise a hand, signaling his men to halt.
"Well, if it isn't Captain Li," the man sneered, smiling faintly. "What brings you down here under the blazing sun instead of lounging up on the wall?"
"Mo Xing, stop the nonsense!" the guard captain snapped irritably.
"This gentleman wishes to enter the city. Move your men and clear the way!"
At that, Mo Xing's smile faded. In all of Stone Desert City, few dared speak to him so bluntly.
Normally, whenever the Sand Mercenary Group rode out, the guards scrambled to clear the way.
Yet today, this lowly captain had dared to scold him in public.
Behind Mo Xing, several mercenaries glared at the guard...but their attention soon shifted toward Ye Chen, standing calmly at his side.
"Heh," Mo Xing sneered coldly. "Captain Li, looks like you've made friends with some rich young master. Don't forget us when you're promoted."
He chuckled darkly, clearly taking Ye Chen for a pampered noble's son.....utterly unaware of the storm standing before him.
Hah! Just look at that pretty boy. He really thinks he deserves us, the Sand Mercenary Group, to make way for him? What a joke!"
"Captain Li, do yourself a favor and step aside. No need to make things awkward..
you'll only suffer for it."
"And that little white-faced brat, get lost while you still can! If a horse tramples you to death, don't you dare blame us!"
The mercenaries behind Mo Xing mocked without restraint, giving no face to the guard captain.
"This time, the Sand Mercenary Group is in for trouble," whispered a nearby guard who had seen Ye Chen summon lightning wings earlier. "That youth is no ordinary man...he can fly!"
"Courting death," another murmured. "Even Chief Rob would have to bow to someone like him."
"Good. Let's enjoy the show."
As the jeers continued, Captain Li's face darkened.
He gritted his teeth. These fools don't even know whom they're provoking.
If they truly anger this man, their entire group will vanish overnight.
"Something's off…" Mo Xing's expression stiffened as he caught the anxious glances of the crowd.
"Hyah!"
A bare-chested mercenary beside him, impatient and ignorant, spurred his horse forward.
Stopping barely two meters from Ye Chen, he barked, "Hey, kid, are you deaf? Get out of.....
Boom!
Before the man could finish, a silver arc of lightning burst from Ye Chen's palm.
It struck the mercenary square in the chest, sending him flying off his horse.
He crashed to the ground with a gaping, charred hole in his torso, smoke curling from the wound.
The street fell silent.
Mo Xing's heart thudded violently, terror flashing in his eyes. "D-Dou Qi projection… at least a Great Fighter...stronger than our commander!"
Only now did he realize he had kicked an iron wall.
"M-My lord, forgive us! We were blind and ignorant! Please, spare us!"
Mo Xing dismounted in panic, kneeling low before Ye Chen.
The rest of his men followed suit, dropping to their knees without hesitation.
Their comrade's corpse still twitched nearby, yet none dared mention revenge.
The surrounding guards and onlookers held their breath.
Ye Chen didn't strike again. Killing these small fries would only sully his hands.
He glanced down at the kneeling men, his voice cold and calm.
"By tomorrow, I don't want to hear that the Sand Mercenary Group still exists in Stone Desert City."
"What—?!"
Mo Xing's face drained of color. That single command spelled their doom. Their group was finished.....and he knew it.
After delivering his decree, Ye Chen unfolded his Thunder Wings once more.
With a flash of silver light, he soared over the city wall and disappeared into the skies, heading straight toward the City Lord's Mansion.
"D-Dou Qi Wings… he's a Dou Wang!" Mo Xing's knees gave out, and he collapsed, trembling uncontrollably.
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