Dragon Head

"I merely tossed in some gold. These people jumped in of their own accord. What did that have to do with me?" The middle-aged scholar flicked one hand and snapped open his fan, speaking leisurely.

Knowing the man harbored ill intentions, Shen Luo ignored him. No longer caring about exposing his identity, he raised a hand and grabbed at the river below.

With a splash, more than a dozen watery hands emerged from the river and reached for the people who had jumped in, intending to forcibly send them back to shore.

But at that moment, the entire river suddenly churned with violent waves. More than a dozen tentacle-like streams of black qi emerged from the water, wrapping around the watery hands like giant pythons and preventing them from approaching the civilians in the river.

A layer of blood-red light filled the civilians' eyes, and their faces were consumed by fanaticism. They seemed utterly oblivious to the battle around them and dove toward the riverbed one after another, as if some soul-bewitching technique had controlled their minds.

Shen Luo's expression changed. When he looked toward the middle-aged scholar beside him, his alarm deepened.

The scholar, who had been standing there perfectly well just moments ago, had vanished into thin air.

Shen Luo had been using his Divine Sense to monitor the surroundings the entire time, yet he had not noticed when the scholar disappeared.

"That man really was suspicious." He stamped his foot in frustration.

But now was not the time to pursue the middle-aged scholar. The black qi in the river reeked of sinister evil at a glance. Since it was obstructing his rescue of the civilians, something major must have happened at the riverbed. He had to save them quickly.

Shen Luo leaped forward and plunged toward the