Even against an expert at the Holy Lord level, he had the strength to fight.
"Is this the terror of cultivators? They really were unimaginably powerful!"
Li Changsheng secretly marveled, then turned and left.
Li Changsheng headed east. As he passed through a village, he heard a scream.
Li Changsheng frowned.
As he approached the small courtyard, he found bodies lying within, their blood staining the ground red. A fierce battle had clearly just taken place, and these people were the very ones Li Changsheng had killed moments ago.
"Strange. These wounds look very peculiar. Their necks were all severed with a single strike, but the marks don't look like they were made by a sword. What exactly did they encounter?"
Li Changsheng was deeply puzzled.
"Young man, you must be new here. You don't understand. Our village has rules. Any outsider who comes to this village—
must undergo a round of slaughter, no matter who they are or what race they belong to.
They must go through it. Otherwise, they cannot settle down in this village!"
The old man suddenly came before Li Changsheng, wearing a kindly expression.
"What is going on?"
Li Changsheng froze at his words and asked.
"I don't know the reason behind this rule either. But according to the villagers, whenever an outsider enters this village, they suffer brutal attacks and slaughter."
"Why? Can't this rule be abandoned so outsiders can enter the village?"
Li Changsheng asked doubtfully.
"Abandon it? Do you think that's a joke?"
The old man gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and said, "This is a gathering place for cultivators. Everyone here, apart from those qualified to remain—
must undergo ruthless elimination. Only those who survive—
are qualified to stay. So don't try to persuade me. I won't let you