A mouthful of blood shot from the old Daoist's mouth like an arrow, splattering a shocking blossom of blood across the snow-white wall.
A world-shaking boom suddenly erupted from within the luxurious villa in the center of Yingnan City.
The old man in a dark azure Daoist robe staggered backward, his blood-red eyes filled with horror.
His withered hand clutched desperately at the edge of the altar table, yet he and the table toppled to the floor together.
The three sacrificial offerings atop the altar table rolled everywhere, chicken blood and glutinous rice mixing into a mess.
Even more terrifying, the fallen red candle had ignited the silk tablecloth, its flames greedily licking at the scattered talismans.
The disciples guarding the door burst inside, only to be frightened out of their wits by the scene before them.
The entire secret chamber looked as though it had endured a rain of blood; mottled stains spattered the walls, floor, and even the ceiling.
The old Daoist sat collapsed in a pool of blood, his Daoist crown askew, all traces of his immortal bearing and sage-like bones gone.
"Master!"
Several young disciples went pale as death, practically crawling on both hands and feet toward the old man.
One of them accidentally stepped in the chicken blood covering the floor and stumbled to his knees, smashing them heavily onto shattered porcelain without even noticing.
All he could think of was using his trembling hands to support that limp body on the ground.
"Grandmaster Tang! Th-this is..."
Several lavishly dressed owners of the villa stood frozen in place, their pampered faces full of terror.
The suited man standing in the middle was likewise a real estate tycoon of Dragon Country.
The jeweled noblewoman beside him clutched the jade necklace at her chest tightly, her carefully