Arrows Like Rain! Shoot Down All Around!

Outside Tiger Roar Gorge, the barbarian encampment spread across the wilderness like gray-white patches of fungus.

Figures moved in and out of the tents, iron armor clanking. There were well over a thousand of them.

The barbarian soldiers noisily readied their weapons, their clamor shaking the heavens.

Yet deep within the camp, inside an especially enormous tent, an entirely different scene of debauchery unfolded.

At the seat of honor, a bewitching man dressed in lavish brocade robes reclined lazily.

He held a seductive woman in each arm as though playing with two objects.

To the lower right sat two giant men like iron towers, their muscles knotted and their auras as deep and heavy as mountains.

They were Iron Wall Huyan Zhuo and Vulture Tiemu Ting.

Though the two drank in silence, their gazes were filled with reverence whenever they swept over the bewitching man.

On the lower left sat three demon figures with monstrous Demonic Power soaring to the sky: a Lion Demon, a Tiger Demon, and a Dog Demon.

"Three demon brothers, did you enjoy that blood feast just now?"

Jin Hong spoke with a smile, his voice carrying a trace of casual indifference.

"Hahaha, many thanks to Young Master for the hospitality!"

The Lion Demon raised his head, his voice booming like a great bell. "It has been a long time since we last ate so well! Following Young Master into Qingzhou, we have swept through as if entering no man's land! Those Dry People cities are like open sheepfolds, ripe for the taking. Each of us has chewed through hundreds of Lowly People. What a delight! Speaking of which, I almost feel ashamed."

"Ashamed of what?"

Jin Hong laughed loudly, profound contempt seeping from his laughter. "These Dry People's cheap lives were born to be blood