Silver Mountain Village.
This once peaceful and harmonious village, known for producing high-quality ore, had now become a living hell.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and burning, mingled with desperate sobs and shrill screams, forming a nauseating symphony of death.
Dozens of villagers had been herded into the open ground at the village entrance, huddling together and trembling, their faces filled with fear and numbness.
Before them stood three men dressed in black, spreading their cold malice as wantonly as beasts patrolling their territory.
Their leader was a man named Zeng Yufei.
He had just advanced to Professional Rank 1, and his confidence was soaring. His ego had grown dangerously inflated.
His gaze swept coldly over the terrified villagers. A cruel smile tugged at his lips as he completely ignored the noisy sobbing around him.
"Eat the old people and children first. Save the women for later!"
He licked his lips and spoke to his two companions in a frivolous tone, laced with undisguised lust.
One of his companions was a young man whose eyes were faintly red.
He seemed to have little interest in this game of slaughter, weighed down by a pent-up resentment he had nowhere to vent.
"Have you heard? Our base in the Imperial Capital was wiped out last month!"
He cursed under his breath, as though venting his fury. With a flicker, he appeared like a ghost in front of a cowering old man.
The old man's hair and beard were completely white. He was the village chief of Silver Mountain Village, with the strength of an amateur rank-eight fighter.
But before a professional martial artist, he was nothing more than a slightly stronger ant.
"Squelch!"
The young man brought his five fingers together and curled them into a claw. With