Mo Chen pointed at him from a distance, and several streaks of blue-green light appeared around Chai Jiaxing, binding his limbs and waist.
Only after Mo Chen immobilized him with the Wind Binding Art did the woman recover her senses and run away screaming.
Mo Chen landed and barked, "Chai Jiaxing!"
When the first shout had no effect, Mo Chen roared his name again.
Even after two shouts, Chai Jiaxing showed no sign of regaining his senses. His eyes remained clouded, and guttural rattles came from his mouth.
There was no saving him.
The next instant, Mo Chen whipped out a flying sword and drove it straight through his chest.
The sword tore a gaping hole through Chai Jiaxing's chest, and his entire body stopped moving.
But when Mo Chen opened him up to inspect his insides, he was startled.
There was no blood.
Not only was there not a drop of blood inside him, but all his internal organs had shriveled. Something resembling tree roots had taken their place, packing his abdominal cavity tight.
Disgusting.
Seeing that the commotion had stopped, people began poking their heads out from behind doors at street corners and alley mouths. A few bolder souls even stood up and came over for a look.
"This... this is an immortal!" a middle-aged man suddenly realized, crying out in a daze.
"This lowly citizen of Gaoyou City pays his respects to the immortal master!" Someone's knees gave way on the spot, and he dropped to the ground.
"Thank you, immortal master, for saving us from fire and flood!"
Mo Chen felt rather embarrassed, but he could hardly deny it now. Once that title had been placed on his head, taking it off would only cause trouble.
"Everyone, please leave at once. This is a place of