Beneath Moyun City.
The crowd roiled with indignation.
There was no other reason. The blood-tax law the Kunlun Divine Palace had introduced this time was simply too brutal.
In the past, blood taxes had only been imposed on accomplished martial artists. Their blood and energy were strong, so giving up some essence blood from time to time was no big deal and didn't affect them.
Ordinary people were different. If they had blood drawn every seven days, it wouldn't take long for their vitality to be damaged and their bodies to wither away.
If the Kunlun Divine Palace's blood-tax law were truly put into effect, all of Hengshan Dao would be filled with wailing. Thousands of miles would be strewn with bones.
As the news spread, all of Moyun Prefecture erupted like a volcano on the verge of blowing.
Jiang Yan looked up at the sky. There was clearly nothing above, yet he distinctly sensed a vast, indistinct will slowly taking shape. It was the combined power of everyone's minds.
If a martial artist who cultivated the path of becoming a god through incense offerings were here now, they could even use this motley faith to unleash a world-shaking divine ability.
Whoosh!
Just then, a streak of light flashed into view above Moyun City.
A man in black boots and black clothes, wearing an iron mask, looked down on them from above.
"It's Ghost-Faced Asura, the seventh-ranked True Disciple of the Kunlun Divine Palace. They say he cultivates the Asura Hell Dao, and his power is terrifying!"
Lin Qi Ba rested a hand on the sword at his waist. His eyes held a look of contempt as he asked unhurriedly,
"I hear you people seem to have a problem with the Palace's blood-tax law."
"Who's leading this disturbance? Step forward