Encountering an Old Acquaintance
In less than a quarter of an hour, the three of them arrived at their destination: a valley shrouded in yellow mist, its interior impossible to make out.
As soon as they approached the valley, a group of Barbarians charged out. At their head was a burly, middle-aged man with a late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivation, his face twisted with lewdness.
"Who are you? How dare you trespass into Slave Valley? Don't you know this is forbidden territory of our Earth Barbarians?" the middle-aged man said darkly.
"Slave Valley? You really do treat us humans like slaves?"
Murong Xiaoxiao's expression turned cold. She couldn't be bothered to say another word. With a pinch of her sword art, eighteen Silver Flying Swords shot out. They blurred, transforming into eighteen streaks of white light that hurtled toward the middle-aged man and the others.
A series of screams rang out. The eighteen streaks of white light sliced the middle-aged man and his companions into a pile of mangled flesh. Not even their Nascent Souls escaped.
A surge of Black Mist then billowed from Qu Feiyan's body, transforming into a colossal hand that blotted out the sky and slammed down on the valley.
Rumble!
After a deafening roar, most of the Yellow Mist dispersed, and the three strode inside.
As soon as they entered the valley, they saw an open clearing. A crowd of Barbarians had gathered there, each pinning a female cultivator beneath him as the women cried out in pain. More than a dozen female cultivators lay on the ground, their bodies covered in wounds.
The Barbarians were indulging in a mass orgy, truly treating human cultivators as less than human.
Seeing this, Qu Feiyan and Murong Xiaoxiao were instantly consumed with fury. Without a word, they attacked and