The Illusory Realm of Slaughter (Part Two)

"What on earth happened?"

Jian Wushuang looked at the crowd while frowning.

Among the crowd, there were many people who had treated him enthusiastically, such as the humpbacked elder with grey hair, the stout man who wore an animal skin, and the young girl who praised his handsomeness.

Now they were gazing at him with killing intent.

"Die! Die!"

"Go to hell!"

"Kill him!"

Low growls sounded from the crowd and then people crazily dashed toward Jian Wushuang.

Kitchen knives, hoes, sickles, and even butcher's knives were thrown at Jian Wushuang.

"Shit." After noticing it, Jian Wushuang's face changed.

Ordinarily, he would walk on the air to leave when encountering such a situation. But now, he was unable to use any spiritual power, so he could not Voidwalk.

Seeing the crowd dashing toward him, Jian Wushuang's expression turned cold and he abruptly drew his Triple-kill Sword.