A young man of about twenty stood clutching his waist and rubbing his backside, his face full of irritation.
"Were you the one who stepped on me?" Yi Chen asked, looking at him.
"Yeah, I did. What of it?" the young man said arrogantly.
Yi Chen shrugged and spread his hands. "Simple. I stepped on you. What are you going to do about it?"
"Damn it, I stepped on you once, and you dared hit me? You must be tired of living!" The young man flew into a rage.
"Oh... so what are you planning to do?" Yi Chen asked with interest.
"Beat you!" the man roared, raising his fist and swinging at him.
Yi Chen frowned slightly and dodged aside.
"Huh? You actually dodged my attack. Looks like you've got a few tricks up your sleeve." The young man narrowed his eyes and studied Yi Chen closely, then his expression turned vicious and savage. "Looks like I shouldn't hold back. Otherwise, I'll be the one who suffers."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and made a grabbing motion toward Yi Chen through the air.
In an instant, a cloud of yellow mist sprayed from his palm, shifting unpredictably as it enveloped the entire area.
A dark shadow flashed past like a venomous dragon. Yi Chen immediately felt his whole body go numb. No matter how he struggled, he could not break free of the restraints binding him within the area.
At the same time, the young man lashed out with a vicious kick.
Yi Chen grunted and spat out a mouthful of blood. The kick struck his chest, sending him flying into the poisonous mist.
"Heh heh, you're dead." The young man stared coldly at Yi Chen. "Once my Soul-Devouring Miasma gets you, you'll die from the