Wu Liangchen was somewhat surprised as he watched the man scream, blood gushing from him like a fountain.
'First of all, he's a Grandmaster Realm Martial Artist. Surely he wouldn't be this fragile from just a small wound.'
'And besides, while my blade did cut him, it was only a superficial wound. Why would it cause him to bleed so profusely?'
But these doubts and surprises vanished in an instant. Wu Liangchen understood the principle of kicking a man while he's down better than anyone, so he raised his blade and gave chase.
Soon, he noticed something was wrong.
The man's aura was plummeting rapidly.
Not only that, but his movements became staggered, and his speed slowed dramatically.
"Quick, get me human blood! Aaaah!" the man shrieked hysterically before bolting toward the market street below.
'Something is definitely wrong.'
A cold light entered Wu Liangchen's eyes.
He finally understood why the man reeked of such a malevolent aura.
