The scar-faced man was seized by endless terror.
He felt something flowing toward the other man's palm.
Before he could even scream, his entire body turned into a dried corpse in an instant.
The wounds on Liu Dafu's face healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The remaining people in the prison cells were all jolted awake by the commotion. Seeing the scar-faced man's fate, every one of them turned deathly pale.
Liu Dafu merely looked at them and smiled faintly.
"Gentlemen, time is up. It is time to be on your way."
Screams rang out from the prison cells. A short while later, Liu Dafu opened the cell door and walked out. Several shriveled corpses lay scattered haphazardly within.
Liu Dafu rubbed his cheek. His somewhat plump face suddenly caved in beneath his fingers.
He rubbed here and pinched there, and the chubby middle-aged man became, in the blink of an eye, a frail-looking man in his thirties with a pale complexion.
His original clothes now hung loosely on his body.
He tugged at a sleeve.
"They are not entirely unwearable..."
Then he turned to look around the dungeon and smiled faintly as he approached a cell.
He looked at the iron chains and shackles on its door.
With a casual reach of his hand, metal instantly turned to mud, crushed to mush in the blink of an eye.
The cell door opened, yet the prisoner inside did not leap for joy.
They had seen perfectly clearly what Liu Dafu had done in the prison just now.
Thus, no one dared make a rash move.
Liu Dafu did not care. He went from cell to cell, opening every door.
After all, some people had not seen what Liu Dafu had done earlier. Seeing their cells opened, they