Wan Chuan's gaze lingered on the Tianmen Funeral Home, a cold sneer creeping onto his face.
"That's enough for now. Leaving you alive is the only way to prove there's something wrong with the Star Lord of Ascending Life."
"Once I claim the name Life Bringer, I'll come back and play with you."
Wan Chuan took a step backward. The moment he touched the tree, his entire body began merging into it. Soon, only a human outline remained on the trunk.
Just as that outline was about to merge completely into the tree, a voice suddenly sounded beside it.
"You come and go as you please. What do you think this is, a public restroom?"
Wan Chuan, who was about to activate his escape technique and leave, suddenly heard those words.
Even as alarm rose within him, he inexplicably felt a sense of closeness toward the speaker.
A feeling of being accepted welled up in Wan Chuan's heart. Instinctively, he stepped outward and extended his right hand, grasping the right hand that had abruptly appeared in front of the tree.
The moment he took that hand, Wan Chuan snapped back to his senses.
Horrified, he tried to pull his hand away and escape.
But an unimaginable force came from the hand gripping his, accompanied by a spatial fluctuation that Wan Chuan recognized.
Before he could react, he was dragged bodily out of the trunk.
Smack!
The instant he emerged from the tree, another hand seized Wan Chuan by the neck.
After a moment of suffocation, Wan Chuan realized that the man had released his right hand.
Wan Chuan changed his hand gesture, and countless wooden spikes appeared on the trunk behind him.
A vicious glint flashed in Wan Chuan's eyes. Just as he was about to make his next move,