Without granting anyone a single moment to process their sheer shock, Wang Chen stepped forward once again. His pair of eyes gleamed with absolute dominance as he swung his right fist, which was engulfed in the blazing aura of pure golden fire."H-He doesn't intend to stop?!"DOOOOOM!The sixteenth strike landed with devastating force! The Soul Thunder Drum roared wildly. From deep within its surface erupted a massive wave of soul suppression, manifesting hundreds of giant flaming demonic skulls. Yet, the moment those terrifying entities burst into the air, the silhouette of the Ancient Dragon behind Wang Chen pounced with ferocious intent, tearing through and devouring every single flaming skull with a single sweep of its tail.DOOOOOM!The seventeenth strike! The floor of the golden stage shattered completely, sinking several meters deep. The wave of soul energy that erupted this time carried the foul manifestation of death's stench from the depths of hell, creating a storm of dark

"Whoever he is... I must meet him in person!" the City Lord murmured in a voice trembling with intense excitement.Bzzzzt—ROAAAAAR!A massive pair of pitch-black and deep-red Qi wings suddenly erupted violently from the City Lord’s back. High-pressure shockwaves shattered the stone balcony of his residence as his magnificent form soared like lightning through the sky, splitting the night like a roaring crimson comet hurtling toward the center of the square.His speed surpassed the limits of ordinary sight. Within seconds, a dense cloud of blood-red aura descended right above the ruins of the Golden Stage, landing softly just a few dozen meters in front of Wang Chen.The City Lord stared at the young man before him with a complex gaze—an intricate blend of awe, uncontainable respect, and a trace of pure fear. Throughout the entire history of this Poison Mist World city, thousands of pure-blooded descendants of the Blood Demon Emperor had been born. Yet not a single one had ever dared—l