"Spread out!"
Accompanied by several bellows from outside.
Then ca cries of alarm and the sound of horses neighing, along with the noise of things falling to the ground.
Just outside the inn doors, a group of unexpected guests charged through the lingering morning fog with nace. rchants readying their departure were startled, their horses panicked and ran amok, and carts lost control, toppling to one side as people and goods tumbled off.
Guards swiftly reacted, brandishing their weapons at the newcors with fierce glares, but then their expressions turned to surprise and doubt, causing them to retreat involuntarily.
In the inn’s main hall, those inside rose at the sound, peeking out, while from upstairs ca the sound of windows opening to glimpse the arrivals.
There were seven or eight of them, mounted on steeds that were intimidating, with bodies covered in black-gray serpentine skin, even the heads ford like snakeheads, with long necks, peculiar and strange, as though stitched together.
The newcors all wore black iron armor, glimring coldly. The leader held a set of dark chains, others wielded bizarre-shaped weapons, and so carried jars.
Their appearances were as awkward and grotesque as their mounts and weapons. Each feature might be fine alone, but combined on one face, they were incredibly awkward and ugly.
A pair of sword-like brows paired with tiny eyes the size of pea grains.
After erging from the fog, they left a damp trail, and the fog moved with them, encircling the inn.
Their mismatched eyes flashed with cold, sharp glances, sweeping across those who dared to brandish weapons before settling on the shrine beside the inn.
"Demolish it!"
The leader spoke, shaking the chains as two gill-like slits by his cheeks spread open and closed with his words, creating a muffled sound.
Imdiately, two individuals jumped down, rushing towards the small house, kicking over the incense altar in front, scattering ash into the air.
Then, these two directly kicked the clay figure off the shrine, opening the jar they held.
With a sudden dump.
Imdiately, a yellow-green filth poured from the jar, accompanied by a nauseating stench that quickly filled the air.
"So foul!"
"It’s gold juice!"
"Why would they use such filth to desecrate the Mountain God statue?"
"These are not human..."
At this mont, daylight rose, more people in the inn awoke and ca downstairs. Seeing these peculiar people dismantling the local Mountain God’s shrine and using excrent as an insult caused a commotion.
But the commotion quickly died down. So seasoned travelers recognized these individuals, grew unsure, and silently closed their doors and windows, unwilling to cause trouble.
Gradually, the inn beca quiet.
A shop assistant who had been flattering Chen Yuan and his entourage just monts ago, upon seeing the iron armor on these individuals, seed to realize sothing significant. His eyes widened, mouth trembling, as he rushed back to hide behind the shop counter.
There, the old shopkeeper, possessing Martial Arts Cultivation and having worked in a governnt office before, crouched with a panicked expression.
"Shopkeeper, could these people be from the Bailong River..." The assistant was anxious, recalling so stories.
"Shut up, who knows how these folks erged from the water. Don’t make a noise, don’t provoke them." The old shopkeeper replied in a hushed tone, his beard shaking.
Then, he stealthily peeked at the open door, hurriedly issued a breath of Powerful Energy.
With a "Bang," the door slamd shut!
Outside the inn, the fog seed to surge in upon the arrival of these individuals. Those who had been bumped were slowly retreating towards the back of the inn within the fog.
Seeing the inn’s doors close, their expressions tightened, hastily forming a defensive circle, as if facing a great threat.
At this mont, just stepped out of the inn was Chen Yuan, observing these unexpected guests. His expression remained unchanged, though he subtly adjusted his brows upon hearing the door shut behind him, showing no emotion.
He watched as these "people" toppled the shrine, pouring the foul-slling liquid over the clay figure.
In his sight, as the filth touched the clay, the surface shimred like boiling water, creating intense ripples.
It seed sothing was about to erge, breaking free from within.
Soon, a rumbling voice akin to thunder echoed from the clay.
"Who dares disrespect this deity!"
As the words fell, a luminous glow drifted from the clay, revealing a towering figure in a red scarf and green flower robe, robust and face like a heavy date, walking in black boots, holding a black Divine Sword in one hand, and the Mountain Opening Seal in the other.
The leader, whose speech made his fish-gill-like face move, appeared to await this mont. His eyes flashed fiercely before launching the black chain at the glowing figure erging from the clay.
With a "sizzling" sound, it ripped through the air.
The black chain shot through the void like a Black Snake, aiming at the luminous figure.
Upon seeing the newcors and chain, the once angry expression of the giant instantly shifted before swinging the black sword at the incoming chain.
"Ding dang clang!"
The sword and black chain battled intensely within a small space, sparks flying, with the energy released equal to the Heavenly Pass Tao Seed’s cultivation.
The escaping Powerful Energy scattered wildly, turning the small shed into powder and then whizzed towards the inn.
Each tightly closed door and window riddled with holes from the aftermath, causing noises of turmoil within the inn.
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