"You've really gone too far! I'm like a tiger fallen into the plains, being bullied by dogs. Even a gatekeeper is making fun of me," the middle-aged man said angrily and dejectedly.

"Why bother arguing with such a small fry? You're just asking for trouble," Gu Changqing said, glancing at him.

Gu Changqing sensed their presence and found that the two guards were only at the third level of the Dragon Transformation Realm, utterly trash. Yet they dared to be so arrogant and domineering, truly ignorant of their own limitations.

Too lazy to waste words, he headed straight for the city lord's mansion without saying a word.

"Stop! Stop right there! I'm talking to you!"

The two guards yelled at Gu Changqing, preventing them from moving forward.

Without saying a word, Gu Changqing waved his hand, and with a flash of lightning, struck the two of them.

Blood splattered everywhere. Before the middle-aged man could even see clearly, the two guards instantly turned into a bloody mist and died.

"Brother, you're too fast! I didn't even see clearly before they were dead. Truly terrifying." The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then said with a compliment.

"It's nothing. I'll see who dares to stop us now. They'll end up like them," Gu Changqing said with a cold laugh.

They continued walking forward, and this time no one stopped them, because everyone in the city lord's mansion assumed they had entered openly and honestly, so they didn't suspect anything.

They advanced with unstoppable momentum and arrived at the main hall of the city lord's mansion without any trouble.

At this moment, a man with an imposing appearance, a robust build, and a powerful aura was sitting upright in the hall.

He was dressed in a magnificent brocade robe, with flowing black hair, a rosy and radiant complexion, a pair of shrewd eyes, and an overwhelming aura emanating from his entire body, making it clear at a glance that he possessed extraordinary cultivation.

He was leisurely drinking tea and listening to a tune, feeling incredibly happy.

"Lord City Lord, it's been a long time! How have you been?" The middle-aged man broke the silence first.

"Who do we have here? It's Song Qinglong! Judging from your weathered face, I can tell you haven't been doing well lately. What's gotten into you? Changed your mind? Hurry up and hand over the things. It's not too late. Since you admit your mistake and are willing to correct it, I, the city lord, will spare your life." The city lord smiled slightly and said excitedly.

He thought Song Qinglong had come to surrender to him, and he looked smug.

"Lord of the city is being a bit presumptuous. My thoughts have never changed, and they will remain so in the future," the middle-aged man said, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Oh, is that so? Then what brings you here today? Are you looking for death?" Upon hearing this, the city lord's face darkened, and he said unhappily.

"Haha, Lord City Lord, you jest. The Lord City Lord is not dead yet, how dare I die? I'm here today to take your dog's life. You bully me because you have power and influence, today your retribution will come," the man retorted angrily.

"Oh, by the way, I have some good news for you, Lord City Lord. Your only son has already passed away before you. Now it's your turn." The middle-aged man deliberately revealed this news.

The city lord must not have received news of his son's death yet, otherwise he would not be so leisurely.

"Heh, impossible. If you want to fool me, you'd better come up with a better lie. My son is protected by two quasi-Immortal Emperor level experts. Apart from me, no one in this city can match them." The city lord sneered and said dismissively.

He didn't believe Song Qinglong's words; Song Qinglong must have deliberately provoked him to say that.

"Lord of the city, you overestimate yourself. I have no intention of lying to you. Your son is indeed dead, but I didn't kill him. I don't have the ability to do so. Just because I can't kill him doesn't mean others can't. Just because no one in the city can defeat you doesn't mean those outside the city are incapable," the middle-aged man said incisively.

"Haha, do you think I, the city lord, would believe your nonsense? You dare to lie to me? Do you have a death wish?" The city lord said angrily, his face dark.

“He really didn’t lie to you, I can testify to that,” Gu Changqing said with a faint smile.

"Who are you? Who do you think you are? Why should I, the city lord, believe what you say?" The city lord glanced at Gu Changqing and said unhappily.

"Who Gu is is unimportant, your son's death is unimportant to Gu, and whether you believe it or not is even less important. I'm just telling you to hurry up and cry while you still have time, because you might not even have the chance to cry later." Gu Changqing sneered and said in a deep voice.

"You, and you too, actually cursed my son! I'll make you regret this!" the city lord said angrily.

"I'm speechless. How can the city lord be so stubborn? He just won't believe us. We really didn't lie to you. Your son is dead," the woman in white couldn't help but say.

"Since you insist that my son is dead, then who killed him? Tell me!" the city lord said with a questioning look.

"It was I, Gu, who killed your son," Gu Changqing said with a slight smile, his tone nonchalant.

“Indeed, I was there at the time and witnessed this scene. This brother is truly amazing; even you, the city lord, are no match for him,” the middle-aged man said with a smile.

“I specifically invited him to come and kill you, so that you can vent my hatred. I have endured humiliation for so many days, waiting for this moment,” the middle-aged man continued.

"Haha, do you think I'll believe you just because you say that? Ridiculous. If you want my life, come and take it. I'm afraid you'll end up losing more than you gain." The city lord said disdainfully, not taking them seriously at all.

The city lord didn't believe these people at all. Did Song Qinglong think he would believe it if he just asked two random people to say his son was gone? They were only saying this to see him get angry. It was outrageous that they dared to talk such nonsense and try to take his life. They were truly courting death.

With a thought, he sensed their presence and discovered that the white-clad woman and Song Qinglong were of very low cultivation levels, not worth mentioning at all. He was now an Immortal Emperor; would he even care about the two of them?

He sensed the young man who called himself Gu again, but he couldn't sense his cultivation level, which puzzled him. Generally, there are two possibilities for not being able to sense cultivation level: either the cultivation level is too low or the cultivation level is too high. So which one is this person?

After thinking about it, the city lord decided that the first possibility still held true: this person must have felt that his cultivation level was too low and that he was losing face, so he deliberately hid his cultivation level.

The city lord has always been arrogant and conceited, thinking that he is the most powerful person in the world and that no one can rival him. Little does he know that there are always people more capable than him.