The barbarians were furious and anxious, but once Lu Chen put down his weapon, the Red Bridal Gown stopped hurrying and instead drifted toward him at a leisurely pace.
Just as the Red Bridal Gown's pitch-black hollow was about to cover Lu Chen's face, a black-red palm suddenly shot out from above and pressed down on the Red Bridal Gown's veil.
The terrifying force completely covered the hollow in the bridal gown's face with the veil. Then, the black-red hand twisted sharply, grabbing both the veil and the gown together.
The sudden attack made the other clothes on the rack freeze abruptly. Clearly, they had not expected such an accident.
Lu Chen raised his head. There was no longer the slightest trace of confusion on his face—only indifference remained.
"Your bewitching ability is indeed impressive, but the willpower granted by my Master-level Swordsmanship and Conqueror's Haki isn't for show."
Of course Lu Chen had not been bewitched. Putting down his weapon had merely been to lure the Red Bridal Gown closer.
"I may be reckless, but I have never been stupid."
His reckless style of fighting was a stance Lu Chen had adopted to make full use of his tremendous physical strength.
But if anyone truly thought Lu Chen was a fool capable of nothing but reckless charges, he would make them understand just how absurdly wrong they were.
As Lu Chen sneered, the clothes still hanging from the rack finally reacted. Countless sleeves lashed toward him.
At the same time, the Red Bridal Gown in Lu Chen's black-red left hand struggled frantically.
In response, Lu Chen merely clenched his left palm.
Soul Devouring Hand
As the skill activated, Lu Chen felt a terrifying suction emerge from his palm. Under that pull, streams of black evil energy were drawn into