The sounds outside reached the ears of the three people cultivating inside the Mountain God Temple.
They opened their eyes and frowned, then strode out in a few steps, their gazes instantly locking onto the crowd gathered before the Mountain God Temple.
Surprise appeared on their faces. "What's going on? How did you suddenly become cultivators?"
The village chief's face twisted viciously. "Dead men don't need to know!!"
As his words fell, he instantly swung the blade in his hand.
"Die!"
The blade light was icy and fierce, and all three of them were shocked.
The village chief's strike was terrifyingly powerful, carrying the stench of death.
The three immediately struck back, a layer of fine black scales rising across their bodies.
Three sharp claws slapped toward the blade light, and immense force exploded in an instant.
But in the next moment, something that terrified them happened.
The blade light suddenly burst apart, transforming into an even more terrifying slash.
A gleam of scheming triumph flashed through the village chief's eyes.
The blade light flashed past, and the three scale-covered men fell to the ground with disbelief on their faces.
Blood gushed out as they completely lost the ability to resist.
"How is this possible?!" The leading man cried out in terror.
At that moment, the village chief let out a roar!
"Everyone, attack together! A grievance for a grievance, a debt for a debt!"
"Ah, kill..."
Everyone charged forward, wildly swinging their blades.
Like raindrops, they hacked down upon the three people who had not yet drawn their last breaths.
"Ah..." Excruciating pain swept over them, drawing desperate screams from their throats, but the sounds soon ceased!
Only when the three figures had been completely chopped into a pulp did it all end.
A strong, sturdy man burst into