As blood and bone shards splattered everywhere, Zhou Miaoke's mind went blank. She watched helplessly as the two people who had been alive just moments ago exploded, their bodies broken into four pieces and sent flying.
Her lips trembled, her hands trembled, and her eyes were vacant. Only then did she understand what kind of ferocious god had seized her.
"Keep leading me to the Wang Family Calligraphy and Painting Shop!" Wei He grabbed her and hauled her up, his voice cold.
The two quickly left and headed in another direction.
Unwilling to waste time, Wei He took Zhou Miaoke into the air and sped directly toward the direction she pointed.
Not long after they left the bloody, mangled scene, another squad of White Skull bandits rushed through the door and saw the flesh, blood, and corpses strewn across the ground and walls.
The minor leader in charge narrowed his eyes and crouched down to inspect the extent of the broken bones.
"This level of damage... isn't something an ordinary person could accomplish! We must notify the chief immediately!"
He had heard the sound of palm strikes from this direction and hurried over, but unfortunately, he had still arrived a step too late.
No. It was not that he had come too late—the two people here had simply died far too quickly!
The minor leader's expression was ugly, and the other bandits did not look much better. During raids and plundering, they would always encounter troublesome people who fought back.
There would therefore always be casualties, and they could accept that. But Huai Bai Town was a place they had raided several times before. Nothing like this had ever happened. The last time, they had set fire to a third of the town—a far grander scene than this one—and they