"Who dares to barge into the Feng Family City Lord's Mansion? Do they no longer wish to live?"
A loud shout emanated from within the City Lord's Mansion, and immediately, several figures rapidly approached, treading on air.
"Are they all practicing Wind Attribute Magic?" Su Han looked up.
Wind Attribute Magic, with its enhancements, allows for brief flight but consumes magic elements.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Several figures advanced, led by a middle-aged man with a square face.
He spotted Su Han at a glance, and also saw the door plaque that had been split in two, his face instantly erupting in anger.
"You dare to destroy the door plaque of my City Lord's Mansion?" the middle-aged man spewed, his voice edged with a piercing chill.
"I did destroy it, what can you do about it?"
Su Han narrowed his eyes, his lips curling up, "A mere Third-Order Grand Wizard dares to be so arrogant. It seems the Feng Family really holds great sway in this Qingyang Ancient City!"
