“Things are really chaotic out here,” Zhang Jufang said. “We can’t just leave our people standing around to get attacked. Since when is there a rule about only ten people going inside at a time?”

“Those are the rules set by the House of Blood Sacrifice,” said a man in bright red. “If you come here to do business with us, you follow our rules. Plain and simple. There are millions upon millions of organizations here in the Wasteland Bazaar, and each one has their own rules. If you don’t want to respect them, either screw off or die!”

Swish!

Even as the final word left his mouth, the leader of the men in red, the Common God, shrieked in abject horror as he realized that he had been decapitated, and his head was flying through the air.

It wasn't Yang Qi that had done the deed, but rather Zhang Jufang, who lunged forward, thrusting out his palm to summon a primal-chaos elder-snake that devoured the man’s body and assimilated all of his quintessence vitality...