The warhammer slipped from Gan Jin's grasp, flying out and smashing the Mammon Demon Clan's squad leader directly into the city wall. Even the sturdy rampart couldn't withstand the impact of the warhammer, laden with brute force and Battle Qi, causing a large chunk of stone to explode outward. The Mammon Demon squad leader was instantly reduced to pulp, fusing permanently with the wall.

“Who else?” Gan Jin held the warhammer in one hand, roaring like a battle-crazed demon warrior on the field. None of the surrounding demons dared to look up at him.

The Mammon Demon warriors who had moments before intended to resist swiftly stripped themselves of all valuables, not daring to hoard so much as a single copper coin.

The Mammon Demons were greedy for wealth and lust, but they were also desperately greedy for life! If life is lost, what else is there to covet?

Not a single Mammon Demon dared to conceal anything; facing a demon who shared their Mammon bloodline, hoarding was simply courting death.

“You lot are useless. You only open up when you force me to anger before handing over your treasure.” Gan Jin looked thoroughly dissatisfied, causing the surrounding demons to remain in constant dread that this demon with Mammon blood might decide to rob them all next.

“Your Highness, Princess…” Gan Jin turned, bowing deeply and respectfully towards Lucifer Flow, who was mounted on her warhorse. “Your humble attendant has cleared the obstacles from your path. Now you may…”

“Who? Who dares cause trouble in my City of Absolute Supremacy?”

An angry roar suddenly erupted from not far within the city gate, violently interrupting Gan Jin’s address. The Mammon Demons kneeling on the ground all displayed expressions of relief and joy. What a fortunate day this turned out to be! The City Lord, a Great Demon, was actually nearby…

Soon, the sound of hundreds of feet striking the ground echoed near the city entrance. A powerfully built Mammon Demon, nearly two meters tall, clad in equally black armor, strode forward holding a battle-spear. He was flanked by a dozen mages and demon warriors, making his appearance resemble an emperor making a royal procession.

Gan Jin looked around at the hostile gazes of the surrounding warriors. He coolly pulled his other warhammer from the city wall, holding both hammers, chest out, surveying everyone with a look of pride mixed with disdain: “Princess Lucifer Flow is here. Kneel.” The hostile warriors froze, their gazes snapping towards Lucifer Flow on her horse. Astonishment and fear quickly surfaced in their eyes before they looked down at the ground.

One eye! Rumor had it that Princess Lucifer Flow possessed two eyes; now only one remained. Only the stars knew if touching her injured eye would infuriate her, leading to being summoned to her bedchambers only to die the next day. That, at least, would be a moment of passionate pleasure before death—to have played with one of the world's most beautiful demons.

But what if this princess of the Lucifer Royal Family was in a foul mood and decided to dispatch the demon on the spot? Then there wouldn't even be a chance for a final thrill.

The furious expression on the City Lord, surrounded by his retinue, stiffened. He had only heard from a subordinate who had secretly rushed over to report that a demon was causing trouble at the gate. He had intended to use the opportunity to extort something, but he never expected Lucifer Flow to be the one arriving!

Indeed! The City Lord had once seen Lucifer Flow from a distance at a royal ball in the Fallen City. He knew the female demon before him was indeed the Tenth Princess of the Lucifer Royal Family, that legendary **!

“You… you are Boxstyler, aren't you?” Lucifer Flow looked at the Mammon Demon City Lord. The City Lord's expression froze further, a sliver of surprise entering his pupils. He had only once shared a brief nod of acknowledgment with Lucifer Flow, yet this Tenth Princess remembered his name. This was a terrible omen.

Lucifer Flow, **, required a male demon to sleep with her every night, and that demon would invariably die the next day. This rumor was too famous throughout the Lucifer Dynasty; even the City Lord wished he hadn't been noticed by the Tenth Princess in a single encounter.

Though every City Lord was backed by other powerful forces, and even a princess of the Lucifer Royal Family dared not actually sleep with a City Lord and then kill him the next day, having been noticed by Lucifer Flow made Boxstyler’s scalp tingle. He quickly bowed low: “Boxstyler, City Lord of Absolute Supremacy, greets the most honored Princess.”

Lucifer Flow’s face lacked the changeable expressions of her usual mischievous demeanor; her face held the pride of royalty. “City Lord Boxstyler, I grant you the honor—you may raise your head to speak with this Princess.”

Boxstyler slowly straightened up, his gaze sweeping rapidly over Gan Jin’s body before settling on Lucifer Flow. Having stabilized his initial shock, he slowly spoke again: “Most esteemed Princess, I was informed that my soldiers blocked your path forward.”

Lucifer Flow merely nodded, her eyes gleaming with the arrogance inherent to the Lucifer clan.

“Since it was my soldiers who offended the Princess,” Boxstyler carefully organized his words, “…naturally, I will punish them. Of course, as the Princess, you may also punish them. But to kill them outright… this…” Boxstyler let out a cold laugh. “They are, after all, demon warriors who have fought on the Human-Demon battlefields for the Lucifer Dynasty, and they are our kin of the Mammon Demon Clan. Even His Great Demon King, when dealing with other kin…”

“Boxstyler?” Gan Jin, still holding his two hammers, directly cut off the City Lord’s speech. “I killed the demons. It has nothing to do with the Princess. They offended the Princess; it’s their good fortune that I didn't wipe out their entire families.”

“Insolent! You dare interrupt this City Lord when I am speaking!” Boxstyler’s eyes snapped wide open. His powerful bloodline suddenly ignited. A fierce blue feather manifested upon his body; his nose and mouth instantly hooked, and his eyes sharpened like a hawk's. A pair of massive blue wings, like those of a mighty eagle, burst from his back.

Thunder Hawk Bloodline! One of the Ten Great Bloodline Powers of the Demon Race, and one of the strongest within the Mammon Demon Clan! The peak power of the Golden Battle Heart erupted through his Battle Qi. His battle-spear roared like a snarling tiger, spinning at high speed as it tore through the air towards Gan Jin’s head.

“Is having a bloodline power such a big deal?”

Gan Jin flipped his wrist. His Golden Battle Heart and his Third Battle Heart spun simultaneously at high speed. The warhammer in his hand vibrated with Battle Qi, humming like a war drum. With a sideways sweep and a flick, he deflected the rapidly spinning spear. The spear emitted a sharp metallic clang, sending countless sparks flying. Many demons immediately clapped their hands over their ears, trying to block the piercing sound.

What is this? Boxstyler’s eagle feathers shook violently. The force of the returning spear shook his arm until it felt numb, as if he might lose control of the spear’s trajectory. His footing became slightly unsteady. His massive wings immediately spread out, attempting to shed this strange power, and his body retreated backward.

“Trying to leave?” Gan Jin flicked his warhammer and stamped his feet, chasing after him. The warhammer smashed down through the air—Boxstyler hurriedly raised his spear above his head with both hands.

Clang!

The warhammer struck the spear. The entire spear vibrated with a metallic groan. The perfectly straight spear bent sharply before its excellent elasticity snapped it straight again, as if shaking off the metallic sparks generated by the impact.

The immense shockwave caused Boxstyler’s hands to tremble. He was repeatedly astonished: where did this mixed-blood demon who dared to impersonate someone come from? Why had he never heard of him? How could he be so powerful?

“Trying to leave?” Gan Jin took another step forward, leaping high above Boxstyler, who was just starting to spread his wings to take flight. His warhammer smashed down again, slamming the blocking Boxstyler, who had raised his spear to defend, back onto the ground.

Thud! Bang!

Metallic sparks flew in the air. The flagstones beneath Boxstyler’s feet shattered, and his feet sank directly into the mud. The shining battle-spear was now dotted with specks of reddish-black gore. Blood splattered against the spear shaft before being flung off by the rapid vibrations.

The next moment, the battle-spear flew high out of Boxstyler’s grasp, spinning in the air before burying itself deep into the city wall. The half of the spear embedded in the wall vibrated and hummed incessantly, as if moaning in pain from the hammer strikes.

Woooo!

Gan Jin held his warhammer, emanating an intimidating aura, and stopped right in front of Boxstyler’s face. His words were laced with an indescribable arrogance: “You want to teach me a lesson? Believe it or not, I’ll smash you to death with one hammer?” Boxstyler sat paralyzed on the ground, his bloodline battle form still active. In his sharp, hawk-like eyes flashed disbelief—he had been defeated! And defeated so quickly and completely! By a young, mixed-blood demon who possessed no apparent bloodline power, struck down in just a few blows until he couldn't even grip his spear.

Believe it or not, I’ll smash you to death with one hammer? Gan Jin’s question echoed in Boxstyler’s mind. The honor and dignity of a City Lord urged him to retort: This City Lord doesn't believe you!

But the sheer force of those few hammer blows, and the fact that two Mammon Demon kin had already been killed, made Boxstyler realize that even though this mixed-blood demon likely wouldn't dare kill him, he lacked the courage to defiantly reply.

Young demons were easily impulsive, Boxstyler had seen many such reckless youths who, when acting, never considered the feelings of the parents who raised them, nor the consequences of their actions. Blood rushed to their heads, and they committed any act.

“So what if I interrupted you?” Gan Jin stared down at Boxstyler sitting on the ground. “Do you want another lesson?”

“You, you…” Boxstyler’s chest heaved violently. He dispelled his normally powerful bloodline battle form, and a hint of malice crept into his eyes. “Do… do you know the consequences of acting like this?”