Then, Zhu Jingyi turned to Jiuchen and his two companions and said coldly, "Do you all feel the same? My strength may be lacking, but as the City Lord of Santafe City, I have a duty to protect its people. What's more, the dignity of the Bright Moon Empire will not be trampled upon by you here."
Zhu Jingyi's righteous declaration immediately earned him the praise and cheers of the countless citizens below.
"What a racket."
Jiuchen, who had been ignoring Zhu Jingyi, suddenly shot him a cold glance. Without wasting a single word, he struck out with his palm. WHOOSH! A hazy, black palm shadow instantly shot toward Zhu Jingyi's chest.
Zhu Jingyi was stunned. He never imagined Jiuchen would be so brazen as to attack without a word of warning.
In his haste, he quickly crossed his arms in front of his chest. With a dull THUD, an immense force struck him. Like a kite with a severed string, Zhu Jingyi was sent hurtling into a building below.
