Watching his attack being easily shattered, Lord of Black Eagle's pupils narrowed, staring straight at Ying Yue, his voice low: "I didn't expect that I, the City Lord, actually misjudged. You truly have some strength..."
"Enough with the arrogant, bragging nonsense. Show your full strength, or else you won't have a chance!"
Ying Yue waved his hand, interrupting the Lord of Black Eagle.
"Damn it!"
Lord of Black Eagle's face darkened, feeling very humiliated. It had been a long, long time since anyone dared to speak to him like that, "Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"
After saying this, Lord of Black Eagle transformed into a surge of lightning and flew out of the hall.
"Want to fight outside? Just futile struggles!"
Ying Yue smiled faintly and followed out.
All the guests glanced at each other, then hurried out. This was a battle involving the City Lord—a rare sight in countless years, something they absolutely couldn't afford to miss!
