The second floor of Origin Internet Cafe was dimly lit, with only the glow of spells on the giant screen illuminating everyone's faces.
At this point, the plot of A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality had reached its first true climax—the Blood-Colored Forbidden Land.
It was a trial ground where Qi Refinement disciples faced near-certain death. Disciples from the seven great sects fought bloody, ruleless battles here for the spirit herbs needed to establish their foundations.
On the screen, battle was about to erupt.
Yet the Soul Masters accustomed to "Shrek glory" and "head-on duels" were utterly stunned by Han Li, the protagonist. His fighting style... was simply too bizarre.
Onscreen, two disciples from other sects were fighting desperately over a spirit herb, magical tools flying everywhere.
And Han Li?
Dressed in a drab gray outfit, he used Smoke-Drifting Steps and the Qi-Concealment Technique to suppress his aura to its lowest point, lying motionless in the distant grass like a rock.
He did not move, remaining there for an entire half hour.
Only when both men had severely injured each other—one dead, the other badly wounded and healing himself—
Han Li moved.
He neither shouted, "Die!" nor unleashed any flashy effects.
He merely silently activated a "transparent thread."
Pfft!
The heavily injured disciple did not even see where his enemy was before his throat was slit open.
"Gasp—"
Xu Sanshi sucked in a cold breath, feeling a chill at his neck. "Th-That's way too underhanded, isn't it? He won't even come out and exchange a few words first?"
"Words are for the living," Lu Yuan explained faintly from the side. "To Han Li, dead people are the safest."
Immediately afterward, Han Li stepped forward with practiced ease. Without even looking at the man's face, he first fired two