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Ye Mingqiu gripped the Blood Spear, walking steadily, his footsteps crisp as he approached the massive city gate that segregated despair and decadence.

A terrifying aura exclusive to a Technique Powerhouse surged around him like rising tides, although no earth-shaking torrents of energy erupted from his body.

[Slaughter Momentum]

At the gate, two heavily armored guards were suppressed by this terrifying aura.

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, armor scales clashing with a dense ”clack, clack,” as their faces turned pale as paper, and cold sweat instantly drenched their inner linings.

However, unexpectedly, despite the fear rendering them almost unable to stand, the two guards reacted immediately.

One guard issued a warning to the city gate tower behind them with a hoarse, altered voice:

”Enemy—attack—! Close the gate!!”

The other, relying on muscle memory, abruptly raised the Long Halberd in his hand, obstructing the seemingly small figure before the city gate, although the halberd’s tip trembled like reed in the wind.

”Even shaking like this, you dare raise your weapon at me? Interesting.”

Ye Mingqiu smiled, as calm as water, displaying no happiness or anger.

Following slightly behind, Adira timely explained with a tone carrying strange excitement: ”Indeed interesting, there’s an amusing law here.”

”If they die dutifully in battle, their family and children can still receive compensation within the city and barely survive.”

”But if they dare desert or neglect duty... then their whole family will be immediately stripped of their upper-class status, demoted outside the city, becoming... expendables, beyond the walls they once protected.”

”As guards, they witness the tragedies of lower-class people daily. They know better than anyone how miserable that outcome is, and for their loved ones, they must stand here, even knowing it’s death.”

Adira concluded, his sapphire eyes fixated on Ye Mingqiu’s back, his smile growing brighter.

He was eager to see how this entity, famed as the Blood Erosion Tyrant, would react to such twisted loyalty enforced by an oppressive system.

”Oh.”

Only a casually dismissive, almost indifferent word responded.

Ye Mingqiu’s steps didn’t pause at all, his overwhelming aura showing no signs of weakening.

He walked straight to the guards almost crushed by fear, yet his gaze passed over them, landing on the slowly closing, rivet-covered, massive metal city gate.

”Truly an eyesore.”

He murmured to himself, like evaluating an unsatisfactory decoration.

”Who are you? Do you have identification? Unauthorized individuals... are not permitted entry into the city!”

A guard summoned courage, loudly voicing the required inquiry despite his voice trembling fiercely.

Ye Mingqiu didn’t even glance at him, as though the voice was merely the buzz of a mosquito, his attention wholly focused on the city gate, his face slowly curling into a sinister smile.

’Destroy it.’

He shifted from holding the spear with one hand to gripping the shaft with both hands, his steps spreading apart, adopting a simple stance for a power strike.

[Violent Blood]

[Suppression]

[Blood Flame Enchantment]

[Blazing Flame Destruction]

In an instant, centered around Ye Mingqiu, the crimson killing momentum exploded like tangible flames, a scarlet light illuminating several meters around him.

The Blood Spear seemed to come alive, its Blood Crystal Patterns flickering like a pulsating heart, the dark red shaft blazing with Blood Flame, emitting a low hum, with the surrounding space subtly twisting and trembling under the immense Power.

At the gate, the two guards felt a colossal stone pressing upon their chests, their breath becoming extremely challenging; even moving a finger was a luxury, let alone fighting.

Helplessly, they watched the Blood Spear ablaze with Blood Flame, seemingly in slow motion, wielded by the man...

No flashy Technique, no complex trajectory, only the figures honed to their limits, the momentum sharpened to its peak; the purest, most violent strike.

Sweep!

The Blood Spear pierced the sky, producing not a sharp wind-breaking sound, but a muffled, space-tearing wail, a concentrated scarlet arc flashing like Hell’s opened eye.

”Boom!!!”

Followed by an earth-shattering boom, threatening to rupture eardrums!

The sturdy city walls trembled violently, spider-like cracks instantly spreading tens of meters from the gate.

The heavy metal gate twisted and deformed upon contact with the scarlet arc, then explosively shattered into countless fragments, burning with blood-colored flames, shooting inward under an irresistible destructive Energy.

Terrifying shockwaves swept dust and debris around, rustling Adira’s distant robes and nearly knocking him off balance.

As the thick dust gradually cleared, everyone saw the scene behind the city gate.

From the perspective of the outer slums, looking inside, the enormous gate symbolizing order and isolation was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a gigantic, irregularly-edged hole, bearing traces of dark red Energy erosion.

Through this hole, the neatly arranged streets, luxurious lamp posts, and upper-class residents terrified and gazing afar could faintly be seen.