The vulture watched the tower ship land from afar as many streaks of light carrying powerful auras gathered around it.
He turned around and wandered the stall district with a swaying gait, killing time.
Unexpectedly, he ran into his business rival, the Six-Eyed Bird. The two bird demons snorted coldly, cocked their heads in opposite directions, and brushed past each other. Inwardly, each cursed the other to encounter spiritual-energy turbulence while flying, meet a cat demon upon landing, or snap a branch beneath their feet when perching in a tree.
As he wandered, he inadvertently overheard cultivators in the market discussing something.
"Have you heard? That robber cultivator who had been brazenly slaughtering cultivators finally kicked an iron plate. Just now, outside the North Gate, some great figure slapped him into a pulp."
"Oh? That's good news! We can finally go out and handle business without worry."
"They say he was a body cultivator with abundant Qi and Blood. Not a single bone in his body remained whole. Otherwise, he could have been sold to evil cultivators to be refined into a zombie. His Qi and Blood had scattered completely, so he was worthless now. What a pity."
The speaker had no particular intent, but the listener did. The vulture's eyes instantly widened, and he spun around before hopping toward the North Gate.
He rushed down the streets like wind and fire, passed through the black market's formation gateway, and immediately locked onto a fresh, deep pit with his exceptional eyesight. Bloodstains were splattered everywhere.
Passing cultivators watched the wrinkled, bald vulture demon run into the palm-shaped pit beside the road.
The vulture could not help exclaiming when he saw it. What a fellow.
The muscular man, once roughly two zhang tall and built like an iron tower, had now