Qingfeng Village Iron Rule

"I feel a little chilly too."

"Yeah, me too."

Several seemingly plain and honest men were squatting together, counting their spoils as they chatted.

Meanwhile, Wang Ye was getting closer and closer to them.

Qingfeng Village?

Wang Ye pondered.

Enemies were bound to meet. Looking at the items around them that emitted energy fluctuations, while they were not particularly valuable, they were still considered fine goods in the Wasteland.

Where had these people gotten them?

The treasures themselves were not worth much, but the place they had been hidden might be interesting.

With his sharp intuition, Wang Ye immediately spotted the key issue.

But why did this group of bandits look so honest?

Wang Ye silently arrived behind them and watched with a smile. "Gentlemen, keeping busy?"

The moment Wang Ye spoke, the men instantly bristled. They sprang to their feet, weapons in hand, turned around, and prepared to face the enemy.

The entire sequence was practiced to perfection.

Qingfeng Village's combat awareness was still quite strong.

But in the face of an absolute gap in strength, especially after all their ancestors had perished, they were ultimately powerless against Wang Ye.

"Wang Ye!"

Their expressions abruptly changed. Qingfeng Village Iron Rule: anyone placed on their kill-on-sight list had to have their face remembered, instantly and without fail.

It had to be said, Qingfeng Village's rules were quite ruthless.

If nothing unexpected happened in these chaotic times, they should have been able to live quite comfortably.

Unfortunately, their opponents were the Heavenly Court, Spirit Mountain, and the Underworld. Even the Heaven Group had Zhang Ziliang.

They had been completely suppressed.

And Wang Ye had unknowingly risen to the top of their kill-on-sight list. Yet as his strength grew greater and greater, Qingfeng Village had gradually begun to despair.

Unless they invited