The moment his words fell, the three men's pupils widened abruptly.
A moment later, an invisible pressure crashed down upon them.
Before they could even scream, blood poured from their orifices, and they collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
Chen Yan didn't look back.
He wasn't someone who killed indiscriminately, but the greed and malice these three had just revealed in their thoughts were enough to sentence them to death.
Besides, leaving them alive might let word get out.
The figure in the white combat helmet gradually receded, soon vanishing beneath the blood-red moonlight.
The outline of Monan City gradually came into view beneath the blood-red moonlight.
The city walls stood about three zhang high, built from enormous blue-black stones whose surfaces were covered in cracks left by time.
Several guards in leather armor stood by the city gate, lounging against the wall and giving passersby little more than a cursory glance.
Chen Yan had already used his Chaos Myriad Laws Golden Core to change into clothes similar to those worn by the Three Tigers of Black Mountain.
As he passed through the city gate, the view before him suddenly opened up.
Monan City was more prosperous than he had imagined.
Shops lined both sides of the street, their signs reading "Pill Shop," "Weapons Shop," "Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion," and more.
The streets teemed with people: wealthy merchants in fine clothes, wandering martial artists carrying swords and sabers, and many ragged refugees.
The air was thick with all kinds of smells—the aroma of roasted meat, the bitterness of medicinal herbs, and the mingled sweat of the crowd.
Chen Yan's gaze swept over the street and quickly settled on a gathering of people.
It was an open space just inside the city gate. Dozens of shabbily dressed people formed a