Ambush

After hearing the loud bang, An Chen was just about to stick his head out the window to see what had happened.

It was already evening. The setting sun cast its lingering glow over the streets, but no one had the leisure to appreciate it. They merely looked around nervously.

At that moment, his eyelid twitched, and the index finger of his lowered left hand lifted.

A brown branch glowing green suddenly burst through the floorboards of the inn's first floor. It rapidly shot upward, precisely stabbing toward An Chen, who stood on the second floor.

The branch came with terrifying force. It pierced straight through An Chen, pinning him to it before expanding at incredible speed.

In an instant, An Chen's body was torn apart by the branch. Blood and Flesh splattered everywhere, coating the bed and walls in gore and mangled chunks.

When the people downstairs saw a branch pierce straight through the floor and ceiling, they screamed and fled in all directions.

After impaling An Chen and scattering his Flesh, the branch gradually revealed a human face on its trunk. It was an old, ugly face. The figure wriggled within the trunk before slowly crawling out.

He was a shriveled old man, nothing but skin and bones, as though he might die at any moment.

"This wasn't hard to deal with at all..." an ancient voice said. "That useless Mokai really is worthless."

The old man looked at the fragments of An Chen's Flesh and sneered.

Then, a streak of light flew in from above the city. It gradually slowed before finally entering the room through the inn's window.

The newcomer was a young man with a ponytail, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He stood tall and straight, his back rigid, his features sharply defined, his