Crash——
Tun Xiang didn't see how Chuzheng moved, but the entire stall in front of him flew.
Tun Xiang immediately retreated.
The surrounding beasts were unfazed by this; some watched, while others continued their own business, not even bothering to glance.
This kind of thing happens countless times every day, nothing special to see.
The stall owner was also forced back a few steps, his face growing increasingly grim.
A sudden killing intent emerged from him, fingers clawed, reaching towards Tun Xiang.
Tun Xiang felt the pressure from the stall owner, his legs weakening in fear, watching helplessly as the stall owner charged forward.
Yet just when the owner was about to reach him, he seemed to be yanked away, tumbling twice in the air before crashing to the ground.
The stall owner clutched his chest, his sharp gaze sweeping around.
It wasn't that little guy who moved just now.
Someone else is hiding in the shadows.
"Since you're all here, why hide? Come out!"
