Boom!
With a thunderous crash, the wall of the inn was shattered by a gigantic burst of fiery red light. Along with the blaze, fragmented wood chips burnt up in the air, turning into red sparks that scattered all around.
The intense heat was nearly instant, filling every corner of the inn. The crimson flames floated in the air like blossoming red lotuses in an empty void.
This was a steed covered in golden armor, entirely engulfed in scarlet flames, with even a single golden horn emerging from its forehead, ablaze with roaring fire.
Atop the horse sat a tall and upright figure. His eyes, cold and filled with endless intent to kill, peered through the multitude of red lotuses made of flame and settled on the woman's figure.
It was Zhou Heng.
"Playing at gods and ghosts!" The woman shouted loudly, her body, which seemed boundlessly beautiful moments before, suddenly twisted grotesquely as spikes of bone pierced through her flesh and skin.