"Hiss~"
Visible baleful energy gradually emerged from Fang Can's body. He stared at the scene before him with a cool expression.
The towering man, who had been so imposing just moments ago, had lost all signs of life. There was nothing left above his shoulders.
Fang Can's punch had completely blown the man's head apart, tearing the flesh from his neck.
"I seem to have gotten a little cruel lately."
As Evil Tiger Devour Body faded, the baleful energy between Fang Can's brows dissipated. He looked at the chunks of flesh before him and calmly examined himself.
A few days ago, he'd hesitated to kill even the handful of thugs who'd tried to rob him.
Now, he'd smashed an enemy's brains out at the drop of a hat.
Watching the surrounding followers gather, Fang Can lightly wiped his fist and said, "Clean this up, then throw his body outside and put it on display."
"Put it on display?" one of the followers asked, confused.
"Mm. Tell everyone outside that this is what happens when you don't follow the rules," Fang Can said casually. As he spoke, he became more keenly aware of the coldness in his own voice.
"Ha, why not?" A faint smile touched Fang Can's lips.
"Martial arts aren't a dinner party. My current state of mind is still within the bounds of what I can control, and it's better suited to a world like this."
As Fang Can walked out of the courtyard and raised a hand slightly, a follower beside him promptly handed over a stack of challenge letters.
"My lord, these are the challenge letters from those who wish to face you. More than a dozen have come in within the past hour," Ye Yonglie said from nearby.
Fang Can flipped through them. Each letter