In a remote town far, far away from the Wolf Fang Sect, most of the inhabitants were ordinary people. The one or two cultivators who occasionally appeared were only at the Refining Essence Cultivation level.
One day, the space above the town suddenly rippled, and a wretched, blood-soaked figure tumbled out.
He crashed down like a falling comet, destroying nearly half the town and leaving a massive crater in his wake.
Countless ordinary people in the town were killed or injured. Wailing in terror, they fled the town, not daring to remain.
Two or three days passed. A large, mud-caked hand stretched out from the crater, followed by a human face contorted with both rage and lingering fear.
'Thank god I escaped quickly. If I had hesitated for even a split second longer, I would've been a dead man.'
This man was none other than Zhang Shao, who had narrowly escaped from Zhongli with his life.
