The tall, fat, bald old man with a kind and benevolent face had half his head smashed apart by the spiked club. Brain matter and blood covered the ground. His body trembled violently as he struggled to turn around and stare at Lin Luan. "How did you get close to me? Your aura... your aura!"
Lin Luan honestly pulled out the Heaven-Confounding Pendant concealed beneath his clothes. "Here, recognize this treasure? The Heaven-Confounding Pendant was unearthed from an ancient ruin on the Elf Continent twenty-seven thousand years ago. Fifteen thousand years ago, those lunatic gnomes cracked its method of manufacture. Because it requires far too many materials and the crafting process is too troublesome, every one that appears in the world can stir up a bloody storm!"
The bald old man froze. Any demigod backed by a sufficiently powerful faction knew the name of a heaven-defying magical tool like the Heaven-Confounding Pendant. But knowing of it was one thing; whether one could possess one was truly a matter of luck. After all, forging this thing required quite a few special materials used to make divine artifacts—hardly something ordinary people could gather with ease.
Stuffing the Heaven-Confounding Pendant back beneath his collar, Lin Luan hefted the three-meter-long spiked club in his hand, its head as thick as a water vat, and viciously drove it into the bald old man's face, smashing his head into a spray of minced flesh that scattered through the air. Lin Luan muttered curses under his breath. "What a hard skull. This little bald thief must be cultivating that indestructible Jade Bone, Ice Flesh Guardian Deity Body of your Heavenly Temple Upper Court, eh? He actually didn't die after taking one blow from me. Impressive!"
With a cackling laugh, Lin Luan brought the spiked club down on