Shaman

"Bastard!"

"You're courting death!"

"Everyone, get him!"

Wang Chen's move had come with extreme suddenness, and a single blow heavily wounded the overbearing bearded man.

The hunters of Xintian Village were all dumbstruck. Then they came to their senses and immediately began hurling curses at Wang Chen!

Nor were they all bark and no bite. They drew their weapons one after another, their eyes glinting with malice.

The atmosphere inside the cave suddenly became tense to the extreme.

"Stop!"

Just as a fierce battle was about to erupt, an aged voice suddenly rang out from outside the cave.

At the sound of that voice, every Xintian hunter's expression changed, and they instinctively took a step back.

Wang Chen had originally intended to strike first, but the sudden turn of events made him reconsider, and he chose not to act immediately.

Unlike the bandits, Little Stone Village and Xintian Village had long-standing conflicts, but not to the point of a blood feud passed down through generations. They had even joined hands against outside enemies before.

That was why Wang Chen had not killed the bearded man on the spot.

The Xintian Village hunters quickly made way, and an old man in hemp clothes holding a bone staff walked in.

He looked exceedingly aged, gaunt and thin, with graying hair, yet his eyes shone brightly with authority.

Swept by the old man's gaze, the hunters all lowered their heads.

None dared act rashly.

Shi Yan hurriedly bowed. "Greetings, Old Wu!"

Wang Chen's eyes flickered as he immediately understood the other man's identity.

This was Xintian Village's shaman!

Or rather, a local shaman.

Shamans were extraordinarily special beings. It was said that they could communicate with ghosts and gods and command all manner of unbelievable secret arts.

There were countless rumors and stories