The scent was thick, damp, and indescribably foul, like something rotten that had been sealed inside a swamp for centuries before being released all at once.
Some cultivators immediately covered their noses.
Others felt their stomachs churn violently.
One unlucky man nearly vomited on the spot.
A few even staggered backward while their faces turned pale.
"Why does it smell like that…"
"Is this some kind of poisonous technique?"
"That stench is killing me!"
The air grew tense.
Everyone stared at Mo Xuan with expressions filled with fear.
Then one cultivator suddenly realized something horrifying.
Mo Xuan was looking directly at them.
More precisely, he was looking at them the same way a hunter looks at prey.
The cultivator's eyes widened in terror.
"Everyone run away!"
His shout shattered the tense silence like a thunderclap.
Instantly, panic spread through the crowd like wildfire.
The cultivators began fleeing in every direction.
