Chaos

BANG!!

Lu Zhaoyou's golden spear, wreathed in a gasping phantom, pierced straight through Xu Fang's stomach, its lethal edge tearing through flesh and bone before emerging from his back.

A gruesome hole gaped where the weapon had struck, and from it, dark crimson blood dripped aggressively, pooling beneath him.

It was a scene none had anticipated.

Xu Fang—the man who carried himself as if the world lay woven in the palm of his hand, whose ever-present smirk exuded an unshakable confidence—had suffered not just one, but two critical attacks in rapid succession.

Now, his arrogant smirk was gone.

A cold expression lingered on his face as he slowly turned to face his attackers.

His breaths were ragged, laced with the weight of injury and indignation.

In his hand, the Restriction Pearl pulsed with an eerie glow, his fingers tightening around it with a murderous intent that seemed to distort the air around him.