The man let out an agonized howl and went flying backward, crashing through more than ten wooden buildings before finally coming to a halt. Yi Chen leaped after him and raised his right leg to stomp down. Suddenly, his heart clenched. An exceedingly thin blue gleam appeared without warning and silently pierced his abdomen.
Yi Chen gave a muffled grunt. His right leg dropped stiffly to his side, his body swayed a few times, and he landed on his backside.
His eyes widened in astonishment. Lowering his head, he saw a three-inch-long blue Short Halberd embedded in his chest.
A shrill scream rang out from the rooftop. The man, whose bones had been shattered by Yi Chen's punch, fell from above, drenched in blood.
The man struggled to his feet, tore off his black robe, and flung it aside, revealing a muscular, powerfully built torso crisscrossed with more than a hundred scars. A savage, murderous aura surged skyward as he roared hoarsely, "You're dead... you're dead! I'll torture you with my most powerful secret art..."
Yi Chen frowned. He could feel the vicious aura spilling from the man's body growing stronger and stronger-this bastard had to be some sort of Cultist.
Yi Chen cursed inwardly. He wanted no trouble, so it would be best if this fellow simply died right now and settled the matter.
But the man had already begun screaming madly. Spreading his arms, he howled like a wild dog, "I shall come bearing God's will to punish you... our Demon Dragon Hall will never submit to anyone! Kill him! Hurry up and attack..."
Black smoke coiled around him, spreading with a foul, bloody stench. Dozens of indistinct human figures appeared out of thin air. They all knelt behind him, bowing reverently in worship.
A strange red glow