Thick smoke from the silent village shot straight into the sky. After leaving the airship, Zhang Tie and Bai Suxian moved like lightning, crossing dozens of kilometers in the blink of an eye.
In the sky, a ring of lotus-shaped radiance silently bloomed within Zhang Tie's eyes. The halo shifted several times, and everything in the village was reflected in Zhang Tie's gaze.
Amid the flames, human figures darted and ran, mixed with flashing blades, clashing swords, furious roars, and spraying blood.
This was a massacre. Some wailed, some died, and some resisted.
More than forty people were slaughtering their way through the village, killing and setting fires everywhere.
The people committing murder and arson wore a motley assortment of clothing, but their attacks were exceptionally vicious. More importantly, Zhang Tie could tell at a glance, even from afar, that every one of them was level nine.
Zhang Tie understood at once. These people were no ordinary bandits, but Blood Men who had scattered and fled from Central Province.
To the east of the blazing village, near the foot of the mountain, lay a level grain-drying yard. When Zhang Tie and Bai Suxian arrived, in the heart of the yard, a burly, bearded Hua Clan man was wielding a demon-head saber, his eyes bulging with fury. Leading more than twenty Hua Clan youths, he fought over a dozen Blood Men prowling around the yard like wolves.
The burly man and the youths around him were all wounded. More than thirty corpses lay around the grain-drying yard. Most belonged to young people, though several had been cleaved in two by the demon-head saber and appeared to be Blood Men.
"Form the Dual-Origin Six Harmony Formation around me! The wounded stay inside the formation and defend with everything you have. Don't