The Weak Are Like Ants

A smile appeared on Xuan Ye's lips, his eyes filled with excitement and anticipation.

He had been in this icy and snowy place for almost two days, and all he had seen in those two days was this kind of thing, a pure white expanse, nothing else.

But now a black dot suddenly appeared in front of Xuan Ye, and a village appeared. How could this not excite him?

"Little White, hurry up, let's go faster!"

Xuan Ye stroked the White Tiger's soft, warm fur and spoke softly to it.

He could feel the bloody scent in the air growing stronger, and he was certain that the smell of blood was coming from that small village.

Upon hearing its master's request, the White Tiger instantly increased its speed several times over. The White Tiger was already extremely fast, and even if Xuan Ye tried his best to catch up, he couldn't catch up. Now, its speed became even faster, and its enormous figure seemed to merge with the surrounding area, becoming a pure white expanse.

"Closer! Closer!"

Xuan Ye's excitement intensified; he could almost feel the aura of that blood right before his eyes, as if it were within reach.

The scent of blood, I haven't felt it in a long time, it always has a captivating quality.

His lips curled up, and his eyes were filled with excitement and a hint of confusion.

The scent of blood. Why is there a scent of blood floating out of this place? Is something causing trouble here?

Xuan Ye's eyes were cold. He came here out of curiosity, just to take a look. He didn't particularly care what was causing the trouble, as long as it didn't bother him.

The White Tiger unleashed its full speed and soon arrived at the village. Xuan Ye looked at the somewhat dilapidated village with a slightly indifferent gaze.

Well, it felt like something terrible had happened. There were many corpses lying outside the village, and blood was still flowing from them. Xuan Ye could feel that the blood flowing from the corpses was still warm, so they must have died not long ago.

"Did you encounter someone?" Xuan Ye jumped down, walked over to them and glanced at them. "In this world, strength is still the most important! Without strength, you are guilty, and without strength, you will be killed at will by those powerful people."

Xuan Ye felt no emotion, nor any anger towards the corpses before him.

"Anger? Why be angry? These are just people I've met for the first time! Save those feelings for the people you care about."

Then Xuan Ye circulated his chakra and released a large ball of scorching flames, burning all the corpses on the ground to ashes.

Suddenly a cold wind blew by, and these black ash particles followed the wind's trajectory, gradually disappearing into the distance.

"Is anyone else here?" Xuan Ye sensed his surroundings and strolled in one direction.

Not long after, the scent of fresh blood filled the air again, indicating that yet another person had died.

"Ah!"

A scream, a loud scream, Xuan Ye could hear it, but he didn't know it was coming from someone.

He jumped back onto the White Tiger's back, a slight smile on his face. "Little White, let's go! Let's head towards that spot. We don't need to rush this time."

Xuan Ye sat steadily on the White Tiger's back, looking at the chaos in the village streets, the corpses scattered everywhere, the flowing blood, and even some children with knife marks on their necks.

"So many people died? It seems that almost everyone in this village is dead!" Xuan Ye muttered to himself.

"Am I angry? Am I furious? I don't really feel anything, but I feel like I'm getting restless."

A strong smell of blood filled the air, and Xuan Ye's eyes flashed red from time to time.

"How should I put it? It's not that I find it offensive. In fact, it's quite comfortable, like soaking in a hot spring, which makes my mind feel somewhat intoxicated."

"Perverted? So what? That's how the world is. The strong can do whatever they want, while the weak can only barely survive, serving as proof of the strength of the powerful."

Nature proves, and perhaps only bloodshed can make the competition stand out and leave a lasting impression.

There should be about a dozen people there!

The White Tiger walked slowly, and at this moment, more than a dozen figures appeared in Xuan Ye's eyes. They were wearing tight-fitting clothes, and each of them held Kunai or Shuriken. Their faces were relaxed, and their eyes were full of playful expressions, as if they were playing a game of eagle catching chicks.

Within their encirclement were five people. Two were already dead, and three others were huddled together—a man, a woman, and a little girl. They were trembling, clinging to each other, their eyes filled with nothing but fear.

Fear, the scent of death, enveloped them. They pleaded, desperately begged, for the right to live.

"A family?" Xuan Ye used his powerful eyesight to look at the three people in the distance and wondered.

"Please! Plead desperately! Perhaps I'll be happy and let you go!"

"Hahaha!"

The eyes of all the ninjas present were full of mockery, as if they hadn't had enough fun and wanted to continue to enjoy the pleasure of toying with people's lives.

"Plead? Would they plead at this point? But it's probably useless anyway! Those ninjas won't let those three go." Xuan Ye's eyes were cold, without a trace of emotion.

Pleading—perhaps at this point, pleading was the only option for the three surrounded individuals! What else could they do?

Escape? Impossible. Surrounded by a group of ninjas, it was impossible for three ordinary people with no power to escape.

Without any hesitation, the man and woman knelt on the ground and crawled towards the ninjas with both hands and feet, begging and pleading.

However, the two of them were not pleading for themselves; they were pleading for the little girl behind them, hoping that the cruel and cold-blooded ninjas would spare her.

The man felt that wasn't enough, and tried to reach out and grab the trouser legs of the ninjas, wanting to plead with them.

"Smack!"

A ninja's eyes were filled with disdain. He frowned, and without hesitation, stretched out his right leg and kicked the man under his feet three or four meters away.