Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin Dragonised City was drowned in a death mist. The sea of darkness swallowed it whole, making sure no denizen could escape. The entire Dragonised City sank into a panic. Hordes of Malignant Spirits rushed out of the mist and into the city with hideous faces and ravenous appetites. In moments, Dragonised City suffered thousands of casualties. Many lights flared to life as Dragonised City’s cultivators took the stage. They were their strongest people, two at the Nascent Soul Stage and a dozen at the Golden Core Stage. One of the Nascent Soul cultivators was even the City Lord. “Who dares defile Dragonised City?” “Heh, just some Lower Realm bugs.” The man in black sneered and waved. Black chains shot from his fingers with incredible power. The cultivators were no match for his strength; their bodies bound in chains, unable to budge. The man in black withdrew his fingers, and the chains tightened, showering the city with its protectors’ blood and viscera. Ding~ A cold zither sound echoed, stabbing through the darkness and cutting away the creepy chains. The surviving cultivators breathed easier, yet they were no less afraid of the two men in black. [Too strong.] They were powerless to resist. [They surpass Nascent Soul Stage!] “Show yourself!” The man in black barked at the sight of his broken chains of black mist. An Immortal Glow flashed, and Mei Niang appeared before the survivors. She smiled, “Dragonised City is my recreation. Guests from Fiendish Immortal Domain, if you want to devour the city for your cultivation, feel free to look elsewhere.” The second man in black sneered, “Black Tortoise Immortal Domain’s Immortal Lord Thousand Beauty, to think I’d meet you here.” Mei Niang smiled, “I’m Honoured that someone from the Fiendish Immortal Domain knows me.” The man in black in front of Xie Bo took off the hood and showed his white, handsome face, yet with a hint of deep coldness. “Immortal Lord Thousand Beauty, I’m Fiendish Immortal Domain’s Fiendish Sect’s Young Master, Zhuang Ming. This has nothing to do with you. You best leave this city.” Mei Niang smiled, “And if I don’t?” Xie Bo spat, “Immortal Lord Thousand Beauty, as the Young Master’s Immortal Lord Dao Protector, on account of your actions threatening Upper Realm geniuses, I ask that you accept my involvement as well.” “You two just have to kill everyone in Dragonised City.” Zhuang Ming huffed, “No one can stop me from raising my cultivation. What’s so bad about killing a bunch of Lower Realm bugs?” Mei Niang pointed and fired a deadly light at Zhuang Ming. Xie Bo stepped forward and broke the incoming attack. “Immortal Lord Thousand Mei, you dare strike against the Fiendish Sect’s Young Master?” Mei Niang’s smile was frosty. “You’ve ruined my mood, and killing your genius is only natural.” Xie Bo said to his charge, “Leave Immortal Lord Thousand Beauty to me. Young Master should focus on emptying Dragonised City of life to raise your cultivation.” Zhuang Ming snickered, “Xie Bo, take care of her.” Zhuang Ming made signs, and the air rumbled. The dark mist exploded as even more Malignant Spirits charged into the city. It was no different than a ghost town. He employed the Fiendish Immortal Domain’s Human Devouring Art. The souls the Malignant Spirits feasted on would be refined into his power and cultivation. As for the Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators still alive, Zhuang Ming was not about to let them go. The ghostly chains struck like vipers, and Mei Niang moved to block. “Humph, Immortal Lord Thousand Beauty , show me what you can do.” Xie Bo stopped Mei Niang. She winced. Xie Bo matched her in strength. With Zhuang Ming at the Spirit Severing Stage, the millions of lives choosing Dragonised City as their home would become nothing more than a tonic for Zhuang Ming. This was the tragedy befalling the Lower Realm. In the eyes of Immortals, Mortals were cattle, weak as bugs. Panic and chaos spread like wildfire, along with wails of agony as a new corpse slumped into the scarlet mud. In the Misty Pavilion, the cultivators had long since fled like lost lambs. The ten girls tending Chen Changan ran away in panic. He was all that remained in the entire building. [Oh, come on, do you have to be an ass about it? I just want to enjoy a quiet nightlife, as well as hug heartthrobs asleep to soothe my empty heart, plagued by endless solitude. Why, just why, does this particular city have to be under siege now of all times?] Chen Changan was crushed and pissed. [Mother***! Piece of sh**! Who’s the bastard stirring crap here!? I’ll be sure to peel his skin and wring him dry of blood!] He sighed, leaving Misty Pavilion after venting. Ahhhh! Shrieks echoed as dozens of Malignant Spirits feasted on a cultivator up ahead. It was the same Golden Core cultivator that praised Mei Niang’s performance. Chen Changan’s scalp went numb. [If a Gold Core can’t take it, I’m finished.] He fled back into the Misty Pavilion.