"Not bad. You all look much more pleasing to the eye now—much more handsome. Nice hairstyles."
Xia Ping clapped his hands, deeply satisfied with his barbering skills.
Pleasing to the eye, my ass! What kind of goddamn taste was this?!
And he called this a nice hairstyle? They were bald! What hairstyle was there to speak of?! Couldn't he talk like a normal person?
The Peacock Race warriors all glared at Xia Ping with murderous eyes. The hatred in their hearts could not be washed away even by the waters of three rivers. One day, they would surely avenge this humiliation of having their heads shaved.
Yet they no longer even had the strength to move. Tears streamed from the corners of their eyes, as though they had been violated. This was what it meant for grief to be greater than death of the heart.
"Let's go."
Having finished all this, Xia Ping was quite satisfied. He also swept away every treasure on those elite warriors' bodies, plucking every feather from a passing goose, before rapidly leaving with Rabbit Linglong and Qingluan.
After all, he could not stay here for too long. Otherwise, races such as the Nine-Headed Bird Clan and the Elephant Race would surely come after him. By then, escaping would not be so easy.
"Why not kill those enemies? If they escape, won't they bring even more enemies after us?" Qingluan asked in confusion as she looked at Xia Ping. She did not believe this human was some softhearted good man. When it was time to act, he was more ruthless than anyone. Yet this whole matter reeked of strangeness.
"What meaning is there in killing them? Keeping them alive brings the greatest benefit."
Xia Ping smiled faintly. The reason he had done this was for Hate