Ji Qiutang frowned as he looked at Bi Xia, whose aura had suddenly grown stronger, surpassing the anger he felt at the police station when he bailed out the teenager. Ji Qiutang could clearly see the cloud of spiritual power on top of Bi Xia’s head gradually expanding, and the endless pressure spreading from that cloud.

Far away, Yu Tian also realized something was wrong. Sitting in the car, he frowned at the young man. Because he had been dealing with some matters, the moment he returned to observe with his spiritual power materialization, he saw the masked young man. In truth, the boy wasn’t so inconspicuous, but when he saw Ji Qiutang, the emotions they have always stomped beneath their feet surged, only thinking of how to indulge in retaliation.

But now, it seemed obvious that this young man was someone formidable.

"Who are you?" Yu Tian asked coldly, pausing before letting out a cold laugh. "Forget it, as long as you’re with Second Young Master Ji, your end can only be summed up with one word—death!"

"Death?"

The young man softly echoed, then let out a low laugh, and that cold, clear voice flowed like a creek’s water, pure and pristine. Yet, that seemingly pure voice, with each word, became increasingly sinister.

"Heh, what an interesting end... however..."

The young man changed the subject, chuckling as he raised a hand to remove the baseball cap, then wore it backward over his black hair, slowly raising his head. The half mask of shimmering gold, glowing with a ghostly blue light from the clash of spiritual power, was exposed to the air. His beautiful starry eyes casually tilted upwards, the starlight dazzling yet deeply sinister.

His red lips slowly curled up, the tip of his tongue lightly licking his lower lip, the boy smiled, "Countless people desire my life, but... the life of Zhan Jiu is not so easily taken."

Yu Tian abruptly straightened up, staring wide-eyed ahead. In response, Lang arched its back, looking at the boy with alertness and dread, "You, you’re Zhan Jiu! The Pavilion Master of the Qing City Nine Pavilion?!"

A low laugh came out, "I never expected my name, Zhan Jiu, to be so renowned..."

"So, it wasn’t the Qinghai Gang attacking our Yu Du all this time, but you, Nine Pavilion!" Yu Tian finally realized, speaking through gritted teeth.

Bi Xia shrugged innocently, "Can’t help it, you’re stupid. Just using a little trick, and you fell for it. I’m innocent too."

"You!"

"Me?!" The young man’s red lips thinned into a line, his starry eyes turning cold, his voice icy, "You Yu Du couldn’t stay quietly in your Yan City, causing trouble all the way into my territory, even involving the Zheng Family. You’re courting death!"

"Zhan Jiu, don’t forget, this is Yan City! My Yu Tian’s territory!"

Bi Xia laughed coldly, "Yu Tian? Who is Yu Tian? Isn’t Yu Hai the Squad Leader of Yu Du? Since when did Yu Tian pop up, and why didn’t I know?"

His voice dropped lower, "Even if Yu Tian died, people wouldn’t know who Yu Tian was."

"I am Yu Hai!" Yu Tian said coldly, "I’m telling you, coming to Yan City, don’t think about leaving alive! You’ve delivered yourself to me today, don’t blame me for being impolite!"

Having obtained what he wanted, Bi Xia didn’t care about Yu Tian’s words, instead, he slowly turned to ask Ji Qiutang, "If this wolf is dead and gone, what will happen to Yu Tian himself?"

Ji Qiutang pondered, then estimated conservatively, "Yu Tian himself would likely suffer backlash. After all, this wolf is the manifestation of his spiritual power. Without at least half his spiritual power, he can’t sustain it, even if there’s a spiritual power machine supporting it, his spirit still belongs to Yu Tian."

"Hahahaha," derisive laughter rang out, "Does our Pavilion Master want to destroy my Lang? Are you kidding me? Do you possess spiritual power? Even if you do, do you know what level of cultivation spiritual power materialization is? It’s at the level of Five Seas a Month! Do you know?! Based on that little cloud on your head?"

"Little cloud?" Facing Yu Tian’s mockery, Bi Xia chuckled lightly, "Low life..."

Suddenly, the starry eyes beneath the mask turned cold, the azure light in his pupils spilled over as he looked at the astonished wolf. Bi Xia’s lips curled into a cold sneer, and the cloud above his head gradually expanded. Suddenly, a dragon’s roar echoed in the entire chamber, a dragon’s tail flashed through the cloud, and the vivid sapphire spiritual power fiercely surged towards the wolf.