The entire bar was thrown into chaos.

Someone suddenly exploded next to the bar, in a gruesome mess of blood and flesh; such a scene would unnerve anyone.

Everyone was running and colliding all over the place.

Strangely—

At the entrance, an invisible force, like cotton, bounced them all back.

"What's going on?"

"Darn it!"

"Bumped into evil!"

The crowd was yelling.

The bar was in utter disarray, the only exception was Empress Ziwei, who sat calmly at the high stool in front of the bar, as if the chaos around her had nothing to do with her.

Even in such a chaotic and terrifying environment, someone bold whistled and, like a rat, slipped towards Empress Ziwei.

Approaching her—

"Beauty, are you scared?"

Empress Ziwei did not even look at him, simply stating, "Nothing that can scare me has appeared yet…"

"Yo, I like bold beauties like you. Look, it's dangerous here. How about I take you out?" the man said with a grin.

"No need."

"Come on, let's have some fun… I can afford it," he said while reaching towards her waist.

However…

Before his hand could touch Empress Ziwei's delicate waist—

Empress Ziwei glared with a stern gaze.

"How dare you!"

Boom!

The man was sent flying, crashing into a pillar in the bar, coughing up blood, and died with his head tilted.

Some people watched the scene.

The sight of brain matter scattered like a meandering stream immediately caused people to scream in horror.

"Ah!"

"Murder!"

"Murder!"

Some people had already chosen to call the police.

Empress Ziwei remained indifferent to all this.

She just wanted to quietly experience the so-called boisterous city.

It seemed… this experience was not pleasing to her.

An invisible force was oppressing them.

Finally—

Empress Ziwei spoke out, "Silence."

These words, infused with profound Inner Essence like sound transmission on television, instantly quieted everyone.

They stood there, looking at each other, and finally, their eyes settled on the source of the sound.

"If you want to live, keep quiet," Empress Ziwei said in a calm tone.

The people in the bar seemed to understand now, the killer was formless, this woman was too fearsome.

They all had a terrifying thought—could this woman be a High Rank Martial Artist?

In the eyes of ordinary people, High Rank Martial Artists were fearsome beings.

On the high stool.

Empress Ziwei's gaze brushed over the brilliant lights, and she slightly raised her hand—

Bang!

The colorful dazzling lights exploded.

The people in the bar were so scared they kept retreating, and the women nearly cried.

Empress Ziwei glanced at the bar and said indifferently, "Xia'er mentioned that some modern drinks are colorful and taste good. So… make me a drink. If it's good, this device is yours. If not…"

She didn't finish her sentence but placed her hand on the bar, leaving five fingertip impressions on it.

The bartender was sweating profusely, nodding continuously, "Yes, yes, yes…"

He began to mix the drink hectically and clumsily, barely managing to make his best Bloody Mary.

Empress Ziwei, lifting the red drink, gently sipped it.

She closed her eyes, savoring it carefully.

This was a wine she had never enjoyed before, different from any drink from any previous era, this novelty brought a slight smile to her lips.

"Not bad."

That was her assessment.

After saying this, she tossed out a Nourishing Origin Pill.

The bartender caught the Nourishing Origin Pill without recognizing what it was.

At that moment—

Outside the bar, a voice called out.

"Everyone inside, listen up, drop your weapons and surrender immediately!"

"Everyone inside, listen up, drop your weapons and surrender immediately!"

...

Hearing this.

Empress Ziwei shook her head slightly, speaking faintly, "Are these people the modern-day constables?"

When she descended the mountain, she had learned from her maid, Xia'er, about some matters to note in modern cities. It can be said that as long as her bottom line isn't crossed, she wouldn't normally make any excessive moves, let alone kill anyone.

"It is said that the constables of modern society possess very powerful hidden weapons... Unfortunately for them, they are up against me."

The gaze of Empress Ziwei scanned her surroundings, her Inner Essence bursting forth with her voice—

"Scram!"

Boom!

Crash!

All the glass and bottles in the bar shattered.

The windows of the cars outside also shattered completely.

It was as if a violent storm had swept through.

The bar was in chaos, nothing could be seen clearly.

By the time they could see clearly again...

The elegant woman had vanished without a trace.

...

Jiangzhou, Fang Family.

Fang Yu was in the middle of cultivating in his room for half a day before slowly opening his eyes.

"Divine Dragon Technique has reached the peak of the Ninth Layer... Could there still be room for improvement?"

This was a sensation he had never experienced since he began cultivating the Divine Dragon Technique.

It was an anticipation of the unknown.

He looked spirited and stood up.

He picked up his phone and saw many messages from Chen Daotian, along with matters dealing with the daily affairs of the Dark Web.

"Hmm?"

Fang Yu frowned slightly.

He saw a particular incident that the Dark Web was handling.

"In various places in Jiangzhou, including bars, KTVs, and casinos, large disturbances and murders have occurred... Currently classified as a High Rank Martial Artists causing trouble. Cultivators as perpetrators have not been ruled out... Target information as follows—"

A photo appeared at the bottom of the message.

Had it not been for this photo, Fang Yu would have set aside this information like usual, letting the Bright Giant of the Dark Web handle it.

However...

He had seen this woman's face in his mind.

More than once.

Fang Yu was certain, this woman and the woman in his mind was the same person.

Their mannerisms, charm, posture, expressions. Completely identical.

"This person... why does she feel somewhat familiar?"

"Could it be... that my memory about her isn't complete enough?"

"Who is she?"

Just as he was puzzling over this, a cold wind blew in from the balcony, sending a chill through his body.

Fang Yu's expression changed slightly, his instincts telling him this was a very dangerous presence...

"Who?"

His gaze searched outside the window, but he saw nothing, only silence.

Fang Yu quickly left the room and went to Ye Wenjun's room outside, observed for a bit, everything was normal, Ye Wenjun was also safe.

Then he immediately went to the backyard.

Still, everything was as usual.

"How strange, could it be a master from the Seventy-two Sects?"

The sunset was breathtakingly beautiful.

The sun had set.

Fang Yu leapt from the balcony and darted into the moonlight.

Swoosh—

The cool breeze came again.

Fang Yu followed it.

"Deliberately leading me?"

It was clear that the other party was intentionally leading Fang Yu away from the Fang Family.

The pace wasn't fast.

Before long.

Fang Yu stopped in his tracks at the end of the street.

He saw the elegant woman, standing quietly at the street corner, her eyes blankly watching the traffic come and go.

The elegant woman didn't turn around, but merely said faintly, "I'm sorry for disturbing Mr. Fang before nightfall..."

"Who are you?" Fang Yu furrowed his brows.

He felt that this woman was no ordinary person, seemingly calm, yet containing a strong sense of danger!

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