"Ahh! Everyone run!"
"Oh heavens! There's a killer!"
Panic surged through the village like fire through dry grass.
Jiang Chen retrieved a colorless gourd from his storage bag.
The Blood Devouring Gourd was a low grade treasure used by alchemists and demonic cultivators alike. He had brought it from the market for 150 spirit stones.
He uncorked it.
With a single thought, blood essence surged upward. Red mist poured from the corpse and vanished into the gourd. Within breaths, the old body shriveled into a dry husk.
Jiang Chen turned to the village.
Then the massacre began.
He moved like a phantom of slaughter.
A single punch shattered a man's skull, bone fragments spraying like gravel. A backhand sent another flying into a wall, his spine snapping with a sound like breaking chopsticks.
Jiang Chen's fingers suddenly closed around a woman's throat, lifting her screaming body before crushing her neck with a flick of his wrist.
