A moment later, a burly, bald man standing two meters tall, with a pot belly and a necklace of skulls, strode into the Beifeng Inn.
"Skull Maitreya!!"
"Skull Maitreya, the Right Envoy of the Prison Skull Sect. What's he doing here?"
"..."
The moment the Jianghu Wanderers in the Beifeng Inn saw the burly, bald man, they all gasped, and a flicker of Fear crossed their eyes.
Skull Maitreya was the Right Envoy of the Prison Skull Sect, an expert of the Martial Saint Level. Countless powerhouses had died at his hands. His favorite pastime was turning the skulls of those he killed into a necklace, which he wore on his person.
'Skull Maitreya, it's really him! Don't tell me his target is the young lady?'
The ever-unflappable Uncle An's expression finally darkened, and a sliver of Fear welled up in his heart.
