Yet when these people saw the four men in their various postures, they only hesitated slightly before stepping forward to inspect them.
As they drew closer, however, they discovered that the four men's eyes were darting about and filled with terror, yet their entire bodies were as if bound by an immobilization spell.
Before they even understood what was happening, they detected an abnormality within their own bodies.
And so... they began to circulate their Qi-Blood...
Just like that, right outside the room where Zhao Er was cultivating, there were now three more martial artists who could only roll their eyes and stand rigid.
Silence...
A deathly silence...
The night was already dim, and with Zhao Er's place carrying a certain chill to it, a cold wind blew and the martial artists around Zhao Er's small courtyard finally sensed that something was amiss.
In the darkness, two successive waves of martial artists had entered, yet not the slightest commotion had emerged, nor even a single scream, which made the courtyard look all the more ghastly.
Under such circumstances, even the most uninhibited martial artists sensed that something was wrong, and some even shivered, feeling as though the circulation of their Qi-Blood had grown somewhat sluggish.
And so, not only was the small courtyard silent, but even the surroundings plunged into stillness, with no more martial artists daring to step forward.
"Hmph! A bunch of spineless wretches!"
At that moment, from a vantage point nearby, the Red Tiger Gang's deputy leader could not help but let out a cold snort.
The news about Zhao Er today had been leaked by their Red Tiger Gang, and their purpose was simply to incite these martial artists to come.
Yet their goal was not Zhao Er's wealth or treasures; what they wanted was much