Chapter 178: You Have Been Sold
Riding a black steed far larger than any mundane horse, the ghost-faced rider slowly made his way to the center of Willow Ash Town. A few defiant cultivators tried to get in his way, but he crushed them all into cylindrical pulps. The gruesome deaths struck fear into even the most seasoned rogues, so they stood silently in the streets, not daring to move a muscle.
One by one, the riders began making their way toward the key locations of Willow Ash Town. Each rider exuded a profound aura and seemingly bottomless power, striking fear into the hearts of all who saw them.
Upon arriving at the town center, the ghost-faced rider gave the three large words spelling out “Lie Flat Inn” a glance, then shifted his gaze to the innkeeper standing at the entrance.
The innkeeper’s jowls quivered as he forced out a smile that looked worse than a grimace. He wished he could have slapped himself across the face—why on earth had he come out to gawk at the spectacle? Because of this, he’d been singled out by this malevolent specter who’d appeared out of seemingly nowhere.
Although the innkeeper had never heard of the Heaven Fighting Gang, he had long since recognized that this ghost-faced rider possessed unfathomable cultivation and nearly limitless Dao energy. Among those unlucky souls were some fierce warriors; otherwise, they wouldn’t have dared to step forward and challenge the riders.
Yet, everyone who tried to resist had been silently crushed into a bloody pulp, without even a chance to escape. His methods were so brutal that the innkeeper was terrified out of his wits as a matter of course. Now that the monstrous man was setting his sights on him, he could almost feel himself turning into a pile of flesh the very next moment. His legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed to the ground there and then.
It was only then the innkeeper realized his usual pride—his skill in navigating social situations and adapting his words to suit any audience—was utterly useless in this situation. Right here and now, his cultivation and Dao energy were the only things he could rely on.
The ghost-faced rider stared at him for a moment before saying, “Lee Zhi mentioned you to me.”
“Lee… Lee Zhi?” The innkeeper finally recalled the man. So, this was the patron that penniless wretch had hooked up with?! Why didn’t he say so sooner!