The young man spun his spear around and thrust it at the bizarre figure before him.
"You present-day prodigies are truly rude. Was killing my little darlings not enough? You even want to kill me too."
"My little darlings only wanted to enter the city and find something to eat. What did they do wrong?"
The figure slowly raised a withered hand and grabbed the spearhead.
A flicker of disbelief crossed the young man's eyes. His thrust had actually been caught one-handed by the person before him?
How was that possible? Even an ordinary peak True Immortal would not dare take his strike lightly.
The tattered figure before him slowly raised its head, revealing a face that made one's skin crawl.
What kind of face was that? The flesh on it was a bloody mess, and its eyeballs hung limply from its face. Inside the eye sockets, densely packed white maggots wriggled without end.
The sight alone was revolting.
"You killed my little darlings. I want you to pay for their lives."
A voice brimming with rage rang out. Before the young man could react, an immense force came from the hand gripping his spear. Caught off guard, his whole body toppled toward the bizarre person.
The next instant, another withered palm shot forth like lightning and pierced straight through his chest.
"Get lost!"
Feeling the stabbing pain in his chest, the young man's aura erupted. Cracks split across the earth beneath him, while the bizarre figure before him was sent flying.
The young man, meanwhile, clutched his spear and retreated frantically. He slowly lowered his head to look at the gaping emptiness in his chest.
His heart... was gone.
"Delicious, delicious, so delicious."
In the distance, the bizarre person held a bright-red heart that was still beating and gnawed