The Divine Martial Sect's intrusion ended in an instant.
With Ouyang Haize dead, neither Wu Zhichong nor Duanmu Yuan dared linger. They fled without a word, as if a savage beast snapped at their heels.
In stark contrast, the marketplace erupted into cheers. After this battle, Skull Mountain Marketplace felt as solid as a tortoise shell; without a Foundation-Stage cultivator, the Divine Martial Sect would hardly dent it. The zombie tide? A mere nuisance.
In a word — safe.
And where there is safety, there is business. Prosperity was just around the corner.
But that excitement belonged to others. Lü Yang found it noisy and distant. His heart still hammered with lingering dread. Ever since Xiao Shiye had been lured away by Perfected Fortune, Foundation-Stage cultivators had become an unshakable shadow in his life.
