C129 A Tiger Cannot be Killed

In front of the City Lord Mansion, a figure clad in white stood resolutely.

His pace was slow yet unwavering. Clutching a severed head, he made his way out of the City Lord Mansion.

As the crowd discerned the true identity of the head, their initial cries of shock fell to a hushed silence so profound that they could hear their own heartbeats.

Because..