Great King Mountain, a Blood-Soaked Territory with No One in It!

"Su God, rest assured. I know these Ten Thousand Mile Mountains like the back of my hand. Back then, my brother and I led people through them by force. We only had three injured along the way, let alone deaths!"

"There are several places with sizable populations on Eight Twisting Mountains. If you want to subdue them, my brother and I can serve as the vanguard and scout the way for you first!"

"Jian Mountain? What's so special about Jian Mountain? Once it's covered in snow, it'll be much easier to climb!"

"Who cares whether those mysterious people from Origin Camp are there or not? If they hear about our Su God's reputation, won't they be scared witless?"

"You've both misunderstood us. We were only blinded by lust for a while. Back on Earth, my brother and I were both really good people!"

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April 28 on the Doomsday Calendar, the final day of the Heavy Snowfall disaster.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Before the figures of the Liu Brothers had fully entered Su Mo's view, their voices had already reached him—boasting shamelessly about themselves.

Freedom was something people usually didn't feel strongly about. Most people didn't have much of a reaction to gaining or losing it.

Some had even claimed online that as long as they had a phone and a computer, they could stay inside for the rest of their lives without going out.

Before they were captured, and right after they had been captured.

The Liu Brothers had thought the same way.

But when they truly lost their freedom, it hadn't taken long—not even a single night—for the two men, who had wanted to be local emperors, to completely break down.

From eleven at night until four in the morning, only five hours.

Liu Yai, whose entire