Wu Heng was simply too famous.
His distinctive Black Hair and Black Eyes, along with all the news and rumors from this period, made him easy to recognize.
Now, he stood in the bedroom, his Silver Scale Armor gleaming beneath the lamplight.
The cult leader gradually calmed down from his initial panic. "You really are confident... daring to come here."
Once he knew who the enemy was, he was no longer quite as worried.
"Killing you shouldn't be difficult," Wu Heng said calmly.
"Because I sent people to Treasure Island?" The cult leader narrowed his eyes, probing with his words.
Wu Heng raised an eyebrow and said in a half-joking tone, "I'm the Association leader... Isn't arresting a Wanted Criminal like you only natural?"
"Hypocrite!" The cult leader sneered, and another longsword appeared in his hand.
Strange patterns flickered along the blade. It looked like a curio, or perhaps some special item.
Dong dong dong~!
As they spoke, the village alarm suddenly rang out, instantly shattering the quiet night.
Chaotic footsteps blended together in the streets. Fanatical believers surged in like a tide, accompanied by shouts and roars.
The cult leader glanced out the window, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "Never seen anything like this, have you?"
Then he continued, "Don't you call yourself the Association leader, someone who arrests Wanted Criminals? The people outside are all ordinary villagers. Many of them don't even have professions. What are you going to do next? How will people judge you when they hear that a Necromancer massacred villagers?"
"Idiot." Wu Heng laughed and cursed. "Necromancers are mages too. Our intelligence is far higher than yours! Did you think I wouldn't come prepared?"
The moment he finished speaking, the believers rushing in outside suddenly fell in swathes like harvested