On his way back to the district where he lived, Liu Zhi's name had already spread.
Although he had left all the guilds for Blood Rage to handle, and the divinity he had tossed to Blood Rage had drawn most people's attention, there were still people watching Liu Zhi's every move along the way.
Liu Zhi found the situation extremely irritating. But his senses were so sharp that even if someone merely glanced at him, he could follow their gaze and look right back at them.
Those people, however, had no idea he had noticed them. They watched Liu Zhi from a distance, and he didn't even need to look to know what they were plotting.
Liu Zhi wasn't about to indulge them.
He had already decided: whoever dared to show up in front of him first, he'd kill on the spot. He'd deal with anyone else who had the nerve to appear afterward.
Did they really think a Mythical-level player had no temper? What idiots.
With that in mind, Liu Zhi returned to the entrance of his apartment building.
He hadn't even reached the stairs when a lich who looked as if he were made of ice appeared in front of him.
The lich had come straight toward Liu Zhi. The blue flames in his eyes showed that he knew who Liu Zhi was and had come specifically to find him.
Liu Zhi was in a very foul mood.
When he saw the lich approaching, he said nothing. He flicked the Fine-Thorn Sword at his waist and thrust it straight at the lich's forehead.
The lich was just about to speak when Liu Zhi suddenly stabbed at him. He hurriedly dodged backward.
But Liu Zhi's swordsmanship was far beyond anything the lich could evade.
And Liu Zhi was furious.