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.0

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.0

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.0

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.0

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...0