"All this shouting about killing and fighting."
"You call yourselves Masters, yet you don't resemble Masters in the slightest."
"What a joke."
Huang Jiaojiao showed no fear. Instead, she sneered, "Master is an honorific for teachers. Take a look at yourselves—do you deserve that title?"
"This realm was given that name back then because our predecessors protected the common people."
"They taught many Special Ability Users to do good."
"But what you're doing now is the complete opposite, isn't it? You might as well call yourselves butchers. That would suit you better."
A sinister wind surged.
Countless grains of black sand blotted out the sky.
The cries coming from every direction also grew denser and denser.
Trapped within them, Huang Jiaojiao's qipao gradually began to age.
"Little girl."
"A sharp tongue is meaningless."
"We aristocratic families protect our territories, suppress Vicious Ghosts, and possess boundless merit."
"Naturally, we deserve to be called Masters." The burly old man spoke with righteous indignation. "It is you bandits who, instead of appreciating the grace of the aristocratic families, have thrown the world into chaos and brazenly occupied Ninggu City. Today, we will capture you and kill one to warn a hundred."
"If your death can serve as a warning to the world..."
"Then you can be said to have atoned for your sins."
"You little bitch, that qipao of yours is rather nice." The Old Woman stared at Huang Jiaojiao's clothing. "It can actually help you withstand our attacks."
"For such a treasure to fall into your hands, you do have some measure of fortune."
"But you never should have..."
"Never should have relied on a little luck to arrogantly provoke the aristocratic families. You should know that we have ruled the world for decades. How could a little girl like you possibly