The consequence? Qian Jin shouldered his warhammer and smirked, "Of course I know! After I defeat you in front of so many demons, my name will soon shake the entire demon race, and then I'll be famous!" Box Tailor was so enraged he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. This mixed-blood demon truly hadn't considered the consequences; he attacked just for fame? Thankfully! Thankfully, he hadn't been too hard on the young man just now, saying he wasn't afraid of being beaten to death...

Such a young demon... Box Tailor firmly believed that if he had stood his ground just then, this young mixed-blood demon might have disregarded all consequences and simply struck him dead.

"Jiliu Feijing, you have gone too far." Lucifer Flowing Water, still mounted on his horse, finally spoke, his voice slow, "This is the esteemed Lord City Master Damo of the Mammon Demon Tribe, Box Tailor. How could you treat him this way? Apologize to the Lord City Master Damo immediately!"

Box Tailor listened to Lucifer Flowing Water and felt an intense hatred welling up inside him! Why didn't you say anything earlier? Now that your retainer has already defeated me, you show up to play the good demon? I even suspect you did it on purpose! Knowing I am the Demon Prince's subordinate, you deliberately tried to suppress me.

Qian Jin, carrying his hammer, turned and looked up at Lucifer Flowing Water, a wild, untamed look in his eyes. "Respected Princess, I am your retainer, but not your slave. Apologize? I haven't learned how to do such a thing since I was born. If you insist that I apologize, then I will kill him! That way, I won't have anyone to apologize to."

Box Tailor instantly felt a knot of tension in his heart. This kid was ruthless, and looking at his arrogant demeanor, he didn't seem to hold the Princess in high regard either. He probably meant what he said and could actually do it.

"Arrogant demon! Try to move our City Master!"

In the distance, ten demon mages held their staffs aloft. On the ground, a carpet had been unfurled at some unknown time, upon which intricate magic circles were drawn. These mages stood upon it, holding demon cores of magical beasts, mobilizing vast magical energies that writhed and twisted violently above them, ready at any moment to coalesce into devastating spells.

The demon standing at the center of the magic formation was completely black, with pointed ears reminiscent of an elf—the power of the Dark Elf bloodline!

Most bloodline powers manifested as warriors; only a small fraction belonged to the magic path. The Dark Elf bloodline fell into the magic category and was also one of the Ten Great Bloodline Powers of the demon race.

The Mammon Demon Tribe! Although they lacked the Three Ultimate Bloodline Powers, possessing two distinct bloodline powers formed the cornerstone of their status in the upper echelons of demon society.

The Thunderhawk bloodline power and the Dark Elf bloodline—both counted among the Ten Great Bloodline Powers—originated from the Mammon Demon Tribe!

Box Tailor glared fiercely at the Dark Elf bloodline mage in the distant formation. Although they all stemmed from the Mammon Demon Tribe, the struggle for the supreme chieftainship of the Mammon Tribe was ceaseless, much like the conflict between the True Strategy Dynasty and the demon race itself.

Successive Great Demon Kings were well aware of this issue and always employed subtle, special tactics when appointing City Masters from the bloodline powers within the Mammon Tribe.

For instance, now: Box Tailor, holding the Thunderhawk bloodline power, was the City Master of Solemn City. Therefore, the defending general would certainly not be an ordinary demon without a bloodline power, and absolutely not one from the Thunderhawk bloodline; instead, it had to be a Mammon demon with the Dark Elf bloodline.

The City Master was theoretically one rank higher than the Defending General, yet the Dark Elf bloodline mage, who held military authority, often paid little attention to the City Master's affairs.

Now that Box Tailor was subdued, the most elated person was not Qian Jin, nor Lucifer Flowing Water, but Sabonis Feier, the Dark Elf bloodline mage holding the staff and standing in the center of the formation!

Hurry and smash Taylor to death with your hammer! Hurry up and strike! Sabonis Feier's staff trembled slightly, his eyes blazing with greedy excitement. If Taylor were killed, he would be the new candidate for City Master!

Although the Defending General held military power, the actual income was far less than the City Master's. The greed inherent in the Mammon Demon Tribe was insatiable; no one would choose to be a Defending General if they could become the City Master.

"All of you, stop this at my command!" Lucifer Flowing Water's voice, imbued with anger, swept across the scene, slightly easing the tense situation. "Jiliu Feijing, come back!" Qian Jin glanced back at Lucifer Flowing Water, then at the fallen Box Tailor, completely withdrew his warhammer, let out a heavy snort, and turned to walk toward Lucifer Flowing Water.

Box Tailor felt a wave of relief wash over him. Sabonis Feier pouted sullenly—such a shame! He was so close to getting rid of Box Tailor.

Just as all the demons relaxed, believing the matter concluded, Qian Jin, who had been walking toward Lucifer Flowing Water, suddenly stopped, turned around, and pulled from his Soul Realm the monstrous, strange longbow he had recently forged, the Moon-Swallowing Bow, which no demon had ever seen, featuring three bowstrings.

With the longbow in hand, a sharp arrow emitting an icy, chilling light was nocked onto the innermost string of the Moon-Swallowing Bow and immediately pulled back to a full moon. As a sound like the vibration of a bowstring echoed, the arrow materialized before Sabonis Feier faster than a shooting star.

The arrow tore through the air, pursuing the moon and chasing the sun! Sabonis Feier had no time to react; he only realized how fast the demon who ambushed him was when the arrow appeared within his pupils, just moments before impact! Unforeseen speed!

Accuracy! An incomprehensible level of precision!

Ferocity! An arrow so fierce it could shatter the heart and break the liver!

Thump! The magic shield shattered!

When mages form a magic circle, they always cast a protective magic shield first—partly to guard against sudden attacks and partly to prevent any other interference.

This nearly flawless defense, however, could not withstand the sudden incoming arrow! At the moment of the crowd's relaxation, when the magic shield was at its weakest, the arrow pierced it as easily as tearing through tissue paper, striking Sabonis Feier directly in the head.

The arrow then punched through the wall of a nearby house behind him, penetrating three walls in succession before the entire shaft buried itself into the fourth wall, leaving only the slight flutter of the fletching exposed outside.

Sabonis Feier, having lost his head, remained standing, blood spurting from his neck with a gurgling sound. The staff in his hand swayed slightly, as if he still hadn't recovered from the shock.

All the mages were dumbfounded—Sabonis Feier, the one at the core of their formation, had been killed by a single arrow?

Box Tailor, who had been bracing his knees to stand up, froze as if struck by petrification magic, staring blankly at the headless, yet still standing, body of the Defending General, Sabonis Feier.

Killed? Truly killed! Box Tailor wondered if he was dreaming—a demon actually dared to directly execute the Defending General, and this general was a bloodline mage.

Such audacity... it was too much! Box Tailor forgot his momentary relief at Sabonis Feier's death; the impact of this event was too immense!

Sabonis Feier, a Great Mage level expert, supported by over a dozen mages within his formed magic circle, was taken down by a single arrow?

Any demon with a modicum of common sense knew that a demon who had awakened their bloodline power could not be trifled with, let alone killed.

Any demon awakening a bloodline power represented the entire bloodline family wherever they went. To be killed by someone else was tantamount to declaring war on that bloodline family.

No matter how strained the relationship between the Sabonis and Box families, they were both demons of the Mammon Tribe; in the face of an external threat, their blades would always be united against outsiders.

"Threatening me?" Qian Jin gently plucked the bowstring, looking at Sabonis Feier, whose body was slowly collapsing in death, and spoke arrogantly, "Was I, Jiliu Feijing, raised to be scared?" The pungent smell of blood saturated the area around the city gate. The observing demons were so astonished they didn't know what to think, let alone what to say.

Too thrilling! A mixed-blood demon, under the threat of the bloodline-powered Great Mage Sabonis Feier, hadn't uttered a single extra word before taking him down with one arrow.

Box Tailor looked at the fallen Sabonis Feier, and a surge of relief suddenly rose in his heart. If he had tried to threaten Jiliu Feijing just now, he might be the one dead instead.

Indeed! That arrow was spectacular! Terrifying!

Box Tailor couldn't find any words to describe that arrow. He only knew that if he had been in Sabonis Feier's position, he absolutely could not have dodged the attack.

Archers always showed some physical and atmospheric precursor signs before releasing a shot; even the fastest draw required a process.

But... Box Tailor realized, this Jiliu Feijing showed absolutely no signs, and his draw seemed instantaneous, as if he required no preparation, no sighting—he just nocked the arrow and fired directly.

"Jiliu Feijing!" Lucifer Flowing Water's tone suddenly sharpened, her haughty expression replaced by a touch of agitation and rage. "You—I told you to come back, didn't I?" "Respected Princess, am I not back now?" Qian Jin stood before Lucifer Flowing Water, bowing respectfully and nodding. "However, that demon dared to threaten me, so he should bear the price of threatening me."

"You... you..." Lucifer Flowing Water's fingers trembled with agitation. "Forget it! You only just became my retainer, and there are many things you don't understand yet. This Princess will not pursue the matter this time! Now, let's enter the city."

Not pursue it? Box Tailor’s lips twitched violently. Of course, you don't need to pursue it when none of your demons died! Three of my demons died here! How can this be overlooked?

Order his subordinates to fight them? Box Tailor quickly dismissed the idea, secretly sizing up the demons around Lucifer Flowing Water. They all looked so young, and each gave off a powerful aura.