The Terror of Akatsuki

At that moment, the clamorous street gradually fell silent, so quiet one could hear a pin drop. Cold sweat beaded on everyone's foreheads before trickling down.

After what had happened at the Immortal Mansion, this black cloak patterned with red clouds had become known to nearly everyone. Its appearance signified fear, death, and supremacy over all living beings.

"You are..." The leader of the patrol, a Great Perfection Golden Core cultivator, stared wide-eyed in disbelief, his pupils trembling violently.

"As you can see, Black Tortoise of Akatsuki!" White Zetsu said softly. He raised his right hand slightly, and the blood-red ring bearing the character for Black Tortoise on his little finger emitted an eerie glow that stung everyone's eyes.

At that moment, seemingly realizing that he had provoked someone he should never have provoked, the young man named Wang Ping wore a face full of panic as he slowly backed away, trying to get farther from White Zetsu.

At the same time, White Zetsu flicked his right hand. A vast amount of white swelling matter instantly spread over the coachman lying on the ground. Within moments, his body vanished directly amid those strange white growths, leaving behind not even the slightest trace of life. The sight made everyone involuntarily swallow.

Someone had killed a man in Kunyang City right in front of its guards.

Yet those guards remained completely unmoved. It was not that they had failed to see it, but that they did not dare act. Even if they did dare, they could not make a move now, because doing so would mean declaring all-out war on Akatsuki. Few factions dared bear the consequences of that. Judging by Akatsuki's conduct over the past three years, no one who offended them had met a good end.

After killing the coachman,