The hall of Moon-Gazing Tower lay in ruins, and the dust had yet to settle.
Everyone stood frozen, still reeling from the shock Ren Shanshi had given them. Bewilderment filled every face; even their breathing had stopped.
A martial artist?
You call that a martial artist?
Even with the secret arts of the authorities, a martial artist could at most reach the Yin Immortal realm. And unlike ordinary Yin Immortals, martial artists had obvious flaws.
A powerful body alone was something every school and trade had ways to handle.
"He can't be a martial artist. It seems Instructor Ren still hasn't shown us everything."
The sharp-faced man was the first to recover. He rubbed his nose sheepishly. "His divine sense seemed profound. He must be a cultivator at the True Immortal level."
"Exactly."
Everyone thought back carefully, yet none of them could recall Ren Shanshi revealing any divine sense.
Yes, we must have been blind. Surely he couldn't really be some martial artist.
"To drive back a True Immortal with one punch—that's beyond any martial artist!"
"Let's leave. It's too dangerous here."
One person hurriedly rose, intending to leave Moon-Gazing Tower, but he had only just taken a step.
Snap.
Another rope dropped from the rafters and wound three times around his neck.
"Why are you looking at me?"
He headed toward the tavern's exit, but his head was wrenched clean off. Blood sprayed, and his headless body walked another half meter before crashing to the floor.
"Something's wrong!"
Madam Luo's face went deathly pale. She lay in the corner, not daring to move.
"There's something strange about the ropes. We can't leave Moon-Gazing Tower recklessly. I'm afraid we'll have to wait until the banquet ends."
Everyone fell silent at once. A chill raced from the soles of their feet