In the vast Chaos Void, only Zhou Ming and his two companions remained in the blink of an eye, along with a battlefield strewn with wreckage.
Hongchu spat viciously as he watched those figures flee in panic.
"A bunch of cowards!"
They had all fled before he had even had his fill of fighting.
Red Skies True Lord, in particular, had run faster than anyone, leaving the bolt of Divine Thunder Hongchu had spent so long preparing to strike empty air.
Cang Xuan walked over to Zhou Ming, his gaze calm as he looked in the direction where they had vanished.
"Fellow Daoist Zhou, you let them go on purpose."
Zhou Ming nodded.
"There's little point in hunting them down."
His goal was clear now: break his shackles as soon as possible, then find all the "Returnees."
These people were difficult to kill, and doing so took far too much effort. Leaving them alive would instead help spread his reputation.
"Reputation?" Hongchu scratched his head, unable to make sense of it.
"The stronger we are, the fewer people will dare come looking for trouble with us," Cang Xuan explained for Zhou Ming.
"And those who truly want to make enemies of us will weigh their own worth first. They won't dare casually gather a few dozen people and think they can surround and kill us again."
"So we killed a chicken to warn the monkeys." Understanding dawned on Hongchu.
Zhou Ming did not continue the subject.
"We shouldn't linger here. Let's go."
Their figures flickered, and the three of them merged into the chaos once more, vanishing from sight.
Who knew how many years had passed?
Three figures quietly descended into a Chaos Market that had long since fallen into ruin.
This place had once been a trading