Cleaning up the battlefield

Black Tiger Stronghold stood at the summit of Black Tiger Mountain.

The interior of Black Tiger Stronghold was spacious, with quite a few crude thatched huts lining both sides of the main hall. These huts certainly were not where the bandits lived.

Chen Xiaoxue and Qin Yun had slaughtered their way straight up from the foot of the mountain, leaving not a single survivor.

When they reached the gates of Black Tiger Stronghold, they heard the sound of a whip striking flesh.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The two exchanged a glance and gently pushed the gate open a crack.

Through the gap, they could see five roof-supporting pillars inside the hall, with five disheveled men bound to them.

All five were drenched in blood, and stark whip marks were visible through their shredded clothing.

A lean, bare-chested "bandit" was swinging his whip hard, lashing one of the men.

Strangely, however, they could hear only the whip, not a single scream.

The sight stoked the anger in Chen Xiaoxue's and Qin Yun's hearts even higher.

They knew the victims were not screaming because they were already at death's door, without even the strength to cry out.

"Goddammit."

Just then, a bandit emerged from a thatched hut on the right, pulling up his trousers. He cursed angrily, "Looked away for a second, and that bitch bit her tongue off and killed herself."

"Heh heh, I'll go take a look."

"Shit, Old Zhao, how desperate are you? You'd even screw a corpse?"

One of the bandits teased him.

Old Zhao ducked into the hut, his voice carrying out. "I've been holding it in for over half a year! Hell, I'd even screw a sow!"

"Hahaha!" Everyone roared with laughter.

By now, fury had already erupted in Chen Xiaoxue's and Qin Yun's hearts. Only one thought remained-Kill them all!

"You animals, get your asses out here and die!"

Chen Xiaoxue and Qin Yun shouted furiously.

At the summit of Black Tiger Mountain, a group of "bandits" filed out upon hearing Chen Xiaoxue's and Qin Yun's furious shouts and surrounded them.

"Two little wenches? How did you get up here?"

A burly man stared at Chen Xiaoxue and Qin Yun, his eyes gleaming with lust.

When neither woman answered, the other "bandits" seemed to arrive at a conclusion and began jeering.

"Don't tell me our brothers down below got sucked dry?"

"Could be. Those legs could keep me entertained for a year, easy."

"Brother, you're pathetic. Just one year?"

Watching from his seat on a raised platform, Zhang Bailang could not help smiling.

These men were his true brothers. What right did those lowly commoners at the foot of the mountain have to share his blood?

All he needed to do now was wait for his brothers below to capture these two women. He always got the first taste anyway, so there was no need to hurry.

"Ice Tiger, possess me!"

"Ice Feather Crane, possess me!"

Two voices brimming with fury dragged Zhang Bailang out of his fantasies and back to reality.

An enormous ice-blue tiger, crystalline in appearance, and a blue crane radiating an aqua glow appeared behind Qin Yun and Chen Xiaoxue respectively.

Seven Soul Rings with identical configurations-yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black-floated up and down as overwhelming auras erupted like volcanoes.

Under the crushing pressure of two Soul Saints, Zhang Bailang, a Soul Emperor, felt as though he had plunged into an ice cellar. The bandits trembled uncontrollably.

Zhang Bailang cried out in terror, "Honored Soul Saints, we can talk this through!"

"Sixth Soul Skill: Ice Feather Wing Strike!"

"Sixth Soul Skill: Ice Tiger Roar!"

Chen Xiaoxue and Qin Yun answered Zhang Bailang with their sixth Soul Skills after activating their Martial Soul Avatars.

Aqua light began gathering on the Ice Feather Crane's two pairs of broad wings. In an instant, countless ice feathers shot out, tracing graceful arcs and riddling the dozens of bandits surrounding the two women with holes.

Crack! Crack!

The Ice Tiger opened his gaping, blood-red maw and spat out a beam of condensed ice and snow. It slammed into Zhang Bailang, accompanied by the cracks of countless shattering bones.

With her Martial Soul Avatar active, Qin Yun had unleashed her strongest single-target Soul Skill, its power anything but ordinary. The beam blasted Zhang Bailang's corpse into Black Tiger Stronghold without losing momentum.

Under those two ice-type Soul Skills, the entire summit of Black Tiger Mountain was left with nothing but howling wind and snow in an instant.

Talk this through?

Would those people bound to wooden posts and whipped to death agree?

Would those women you abducted and used as outlets for your lust agree?

Would those people in Zhangsan Village who had no food to fill their bellies and starved to death agree?

The answer was obvious. They would never agree!

If they had never encountered these utterly inhuman beasts, that would have been one thing. But encountering them and letting them go would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains, inviting endless trouble.

Today, the two women would seek justice for those innocent people who had died so tragically.

Sparing these utterly inhuman beasts would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains, so they would seek justice for the dead!

The summit of Black Tiger Mountain.

After killing every bandit there, the two women finally dispelled their Martial Soul Avatars and returned to human form, though their pretty faces were somewhat pale.

This was because after using a Martial Soul Avatar, a Soul Master would remain weakened for the next seven days.

PS: That really is how it works in the original. Pretty speechless about that.

A gloriously flashy dividing line.

"Teacher Chen, Teacher Qin, did you... do all this?"

Just as Chen Xiaoxue and Qin Yun finished killing Zhang Bailang and his men, the five students from Skywater Academy and Qian Chongling appeared at the summit of Black Tiger Mountain.

Naturally, the five young women had been worried that the two older women might get hurt, so they had pestered Qian Chongling to bring them over to take a look. Perhaps they could even lend a hand.

Of course, Qian Chongling would not refuse such a small request.

Although all five had seen blood before, the bloody hellscape before them was another matter.

The five young women still could not help dry-heaving, badly overwhelmed by the thick stench of blood.

Seeing that the young women seemed unable to stomach it, Qian Chongling could not help flashing a twisted smile. "Since you're here, you can clean up the battlefield!"

"Pile these animals together, and I'll burn them."

Naturally, Qian Chongling's purpose was to toughen them up.

After all, if they could not endure this little bit of blood, what would they do in the future?

The five young women certainly disliked this arrangement, but an arm could not overpower a thigh. With all three teachers insisting, they had no choice but to comply.

For the next few days, the young women were all gloomy and listless, with little appetite, and occasionally rolled their eyes at Qian Chongling.

Unfortunately for them, Qian Chongling's skin was thicker than a city wall. He continued eating and drinking well, his mood entirely unaffected.