Whether they were the government offices that had once stood high above everyone, the cultivation lineages entrenched locally for years, or sect factions with some accumulated wealth, anyone with a measure of cultivation-foundation establishment, pseudo-core, even the golden core early stage county magistrate stationed here and his personal guards-was thoroughly purged without exception.
Those figures who had once stood above the masses, their bloodlines noble, still died beneath a single blade in this purge.
Back then, I couldn't even get through the county city gates. Now watch me slaughter you household by household! Many bandits thought this, twisted smiles spreading across their faces.
Before the absolute strength of Qing Jie, a late golden core stage bandit, and powerful body cultivators such as Lie Feng and Bu Jingyun, scattered resistance was extinguished in an instant.
Screams, pleas for mercy, the booming collisions of spells, and the crashes of collapsing buildings rang out without end.
But at that moment, the loudest sounds in the city were the wildly excited roars of the Eighteen Caves bandits, along with the clamor they made as they overturned chests and cupboards and dug three feet into the ground.
"Hahaha! I'm rich! This old bastard actually hid seventeen middle-grade spirit stones in his house! I've hit the jackpot!" A foundation establishment early stage bandit with a brutish face cradled the spirit stones in both hands, his eyes wide and his whole body trembling with excitement.
"Damn, I split that old foundation establishment geezer with one slash. That lovely young granddaughter of his... hehe, she's mine to enjoy!" Another bandit wore a lecherous expression and a sleazy grin.
"This low-grade spirit artifact flying sword is pretty good. It belongs to yours truly now!" A bandit activated the flying sword in his hand, brimming with satisfaction.
"Fuck, this bitch