Chapter 722: Chapter 301: What Is That... That’s a Dragon!?

The highest point of the City of Injustice, the top floor of the City Lord’s Mansion.

Massive floor-to-ceiling windows like a dynamic painting capture the brilliantly lit yet darkly turbulent city below.

A tall, straight figure quietly stands in front of the window.

Overlooking this city under his control.

The light outlines his deep contours, but his exact features are unclear; only a detached aura of overlooking all life permeates.

Knock, knock.

A slight knock on the door breaks the silence.

"Enter."

The voice of the figure by the window is calm and emotionless.

The door slides open silently, and an elder with a stern face and dressed in a dark gray robe enters without a sound.

He stops about three steps behind the figure, slightly bows, and speaks in a low, respectful voice, "My lord."

"Speak."

The figure by the window doesn’t turn around, his gaze remains fixed on a particular point in the city below.

A rare hint of severity appears on the elder’s face, even some hesitation, but he quickly reports, "Pantheon’s people are pursuing those sent by the Federation, causing quite a stir."

"Currently, their people have initiated the Divine Transformation."

"Divine Transformation?"

For the first time, the tone of the figure by the window reveals a subtle fluctuation, carrying a hint of understanding and cold amusement.

"It seems they’ve decided to eradicate the Federation agents this time, even resorting to their most forbidden means. Do they really think this is a land without an owner?"

He pauses, seemingly about to comment further.

But the elder, uncharacteristically, interrupts with near-offensive urgency:

"My lord! One more thing! From the Federation... Hong Qitian just instructed me to relay a message to you."

The figure by the window finally turns slowly.

The light illuminates half of his face, revealing a paradoxically young yet indescribably world-weary appearance, with eyes deep as if holding galaxies.

He frowns almost imperceptibly.

Evidently surprised by the elder’s boldness, but more interested in Hong Qitian’s words.

"Speak."

This single word is even colder than before.

Sweat beads on the elder’s forehead, as if speaking the words takes tremendous courage.

Taking a deep breath, he speaks rapidly: "Hong Qitian said... if a single hair is harmed on Fang Qingyu’s head in your damned place, the remaining strike of mine, I guarantee will split your broken sphere in two!"

The air freezes instantly.

The elder completes the message and immediately lowers his head deeply, not daring to look at the expression of the person by the window.

The anticipated fury does not immediately manifest.

The young yet world-weary face by the window first shows a hint of shock, then the corner of his mouth slowly curves into an extremely strange arc, as if hearing an absurd joke, or as if amused by a ticklish spot.

"Heh..."

A light laugh echoes in the silent space, carrying tones of mockery, helplessness, and an understanding of the inevitable.

"That old immortal... knows only to scare people with his broken sword all day long. It’s been years, still the same trick..."

He shakes his head slightly, focusing his gaze back on the area outside the window.

His tone returns to the previous detachment, seemingly planning to ignore Hong Qitian’s threat:

"Ignore..."

However, the last word was not yet spoken.

"I’ll scare your damn grandma!!"

"You little bastard! Acting all high and mighty? I don’t barge in because I’m giving you face! Don’t be ungrateful, then!!"

"If everyone is harmed in your crappy place, I’ll chop you, man and sphere, into bits, you believe it or not?! Damn it!"

...

Hong Qitian’s voice floods like a torrent.

Filled with unseemly street slang and dear greetings to the opponent’s ancestors.

Reverberating wildly in this layer of space.

The voice carries an audacity that knows no bounds and a fierce protectiveness.

As if the next moment, the old man with a fishing rod and wearing a tattered army coat would kick the door open and come in pointing and cursing.

The young figure by the window stiffens dramatically.

That serene, world-weary young face suddenly turns as black as the bottom of a pot.

Even the veins on his temple can be faintly seen pulsing.

He clenches his fists abruptly, knuckles turning white from the force, and the restrained aura around him uncontrollably leaks out slightly.

Instantly turning the air of the entire top floor space dense and heavy.

Hong Qitian’s very distinctive voice still echoes in the space, lingering.

"...wretched kid! Did you hear me?! Respond..."

...

The City of Injustice.

On the main road leading from the Inner City to the East District.

Several modified minivans roar like wild beasts breaking free, weaving through traffic with horns blaring and curses flying around.

In the lead car’s front passenger seat.

Chu Kuanglan’s forehead is covered in sweat, his rough fingers gripping the handle tightly, eyes wide open, continually urging the driver: "Faster! Brother! Faster!"

The young man driving grits his teeth.

The accelerator is almost pressed into the fuel tank as the engine roars with desperate growls.

The back of the van is packed with people.

Lin Yu sits in the row behind Chu Kuanglan, frowning, her delicate face full of seriousness.

Around and behind her sit all the members of Dawn.

Including her, there are thirty-seven people in total.

The back of the van is packed with over thirty Dawn members.

Lin Yu sits in the seat behind Chu Kuanglan, frowning, her delicate face covered with a layer of frost.

She looks at Chu Kuanglan, who is on the verge of losing it, and asks in a deep voice, "What the hell is happening? Kuanglan, calm down and explain clearly!"