Slaughter Town was utterly desolate. Collapsed houses buried countless bones, and ravens circled high overhead, waiting for prey to appear.
Dressed in fine clothes, Qin Yuan looked completely out of place.
In the shadows, who knew how many pairs of eyes were fixed on him.
"Anyone who dares strut around here dressed like that either has absolute confidence in his strength or is a brainless greenhorn," a burly man in the shadows scoffed.
"Boss, we only need one more person's blood to finish the task the Slaughter Tavern gave us. Then we can enter Slaughter City. Should we take him?" the man beside him asked eagerly.
The burly man sneered. "No. His steps are steady, and he knows exactly where he's going. He hasn't turned down a single side road. He must be strong, probably a high-ranking member of some sect."
"Let's wait and see. Someone is bound to lose patience. Let them go first. Then we can take anyone's blood and still complete our task without risking our necks."
Most of the Fallen Ones who had survived to this day were not single-minded brutes.
Of course, there were also desperadoes who truly cared nothing for their lives.
As Qin Yuan entered an alley, several black-clad figures sprang out of the shadows to attack him.
Qin Yuan did not panic. He did not even care what they were doing.
A mass of scarlet light emerged from his body, and his materialized killing intent instantly slew the attacking Fallen Ones.
Qin Yuan emerged from the alley unscathed, while the sounds of bodies hitting the ground came from behind him.
The burly man in the shadows let out a long breath. "Whew. Good thing we weren't the ones who attacked. Since that lord doesn't need the bodies, let's hurry. Grab one, and