Divine Might Like a Prison

Xiaoshi Qingtian's body trembled uncontrollably at the horrifying sight before him. He did not know whether he was afraid or excited. But... the resentment and pent-up oppression in his heart had indeed lessened considerably.

Holding a healing spray, Xiaoshi Qingtian quickly stopped the bleeding of the newcomers before him to keep them from dying outright! Doing something like this with his own hands still struck him deeply, but once he thought of what he had suffered, all guilt and unease vanished completely!

How could someone living in a world like this not become twisted? Only when others were even more unfortunate than himself could he feel a little better when misfortune befell him.

Why should he be the only one tortured? Weren't those veterans even more deserving of death?

After dealing with three in succession, Xiaoshi Qingtian walked over to the fourth newcomer. Looking at the girl before him, she wore a high school uniform and carried a small shoulder bag. She should have been a female high school student on her way to school.

And she was fairly pretty... at least, with makeup on, she scored over eighty-five points. As for what she looked like after removing it... that was unclear.

But on the Eastern Islands... wearing makeup when going out was a necessity. It was a matter of courtesy. No matter how beautiful a woman was, she had to put on light makeup before leaving home, so she would not seem impolite when meeting others.

So wearing makeup was perfectly normal!

It was a bit of a pity. A girl at the most beautiful age of her life, yet he still had to destroy such a delicate flower.

However, just as Xiaoshi Qingtian raised his knife to act, Zhongju Shixiao, the great mage who had finished early