Green-Skinned Ghost flicked his forked tongue, his body coiled high, blue-black slime glistening on his two sharp fangs.
The Snake-People mercenaries watching nearby pointed and gestured, their mouths full of jeering cries.
As far as they were concerned, once human cultivators entered the Beast Region, even those with somewhat higher cultivation would not dare casually attack the local snake clan vassals. In the end, most would have to swallow their disgust, accept the loss, and hand over their pills.
Lu Heng stood on the muddy stone-paved road, feeling rather resigned.
With his appearance of a young man around twenty, wherever he went, people easily mistook him for an inexperienced, wealthy lamb ripe for slaughter.
When it came to experience in killing and looting, these mongrel snakes hiding in Blackstone Market to extort people were not even fit to carry his shoes.
Lu Heng could not be bothered to waste words on him. With a slight stir of his will, he acted.
Centered on where he stood, the air within thirty feet abruptly grew heavy.
Space itself seemed pinned beneath an invisible iron plate. Even the moisture and muddy stench drifting through the air froze in place.
Green-Skinned Ghost's entire snake body stiffened in the midst of his smug display.
The force bearing down on every scale of his body was not Dou Qi suppression, but the pure laws governing the space of heaven and earth.
All the other man needed to do was gently curl his fingers, and this frozen space would squeeze him straight into a pulp.
Green-Skinned Ghost's knees went weak. His upper body slapped down onto the tattered beast hide, his triangular head pressed firmly against the mud. He pulled his forked tongue back into his throat, not daring to utter even the faintest hiss.
The jeers