Wang Xiaoming thrust the Kunai Sword in his hand straight into the Dimensional Wall.
The Dimensional Wall unfolded silently behind them. In an instant, the Kunai Sword stabbed out, and he dealt with the two gatekeepers before they could react.
"Two..."
Wang Xiaoming silently noted the number in his heart.
According to Bibi Dong, there were at least eight people left here.
Eight people, and only two were guarding the gate. Where were the rest?
When he stepped into the village, Wang Xiaoming keenly sensed that something was wrong.
A powerful stench of blood hung in the air!
"Damn..."
Wang Xiaoming cursed inwardly, then leaped onto a roof and raced across it toward the backyard, where the stench of blood was strongest.
After passing over several houses, he soon found the source of the stench.
When the scene in the backyard came into view, Wang Xiaoming felt his stomach churn like an overturned sea.
There was a large artificial pool in the backyard.
At that moment, the pool was filled with a glaring scarlet color.
Several people stood around it, constantly slitting open the "water bags" they had kidnapped and hung on frames, adding "water" to the pool.
A bare-chested man lay in the pool, his wild golden hair making him look like a lion, though now his entire body was stained red.
He pulled a "water bag" that had already run dry into his arms, enjoying himself without feeling there was anything wrong with what he was doing.
A lackey who had been adding water finished his task, rubbed his hands together, and approached the blond man.
"Boss Tu, we've nearly captured everyone from the surrounding villages. What are we going to do after that?"
The man called Boss Tu opened his eyes and glanced at him as though he were looking at a dumbass.
"Can't you use your brain? Once there's no one left, we'll move somewhere there are people. We're not going to stay in one place forever."
The lackey replied with an awkward grin, "Right, right, you're right, Boss. I've got a pig's brain...
"But Boss, next time, could you leave a few alive for us to play with? You haven't even squeezed all the value out of them yet."
As he spoke, he pointed at the water bag in the blond man's arms.
"Good-for-nothing. If you want to play, wait until Second Brother gets back and go to the brothels in the city. Don't get any ideas about my water bags..."
Watching from the roof, Wang Xiaoming glanced down, and his heart sank.
The person Boss Tu held in his arms had light purple hair...
He swept his gaze over the surroundings, but found no one else who resembled Bibi Dong.
Even though he had come so early, had he still failed to save her?
Looking at the scarlet pool now, the anger in his heart suppressed the churning in his stomach.
At that thought, he raised his hand, transformed the Kunai Sword into the Kunai Gun, and aimed straight at the lackey who had just spoken.
The lackey was about to say something when a shot blew his head apart.
Sticky, foul-smelling matter splattered all over Boss Tu's face in an instant.
Seeing this, Boss Tu flew into a rage and slapped the man who had fouled his pool away.
He wasn't angry that the man had died in front of him, but because his last scarlet bath for the time being had been ruined just like that!
He stood up and looked around.
"Who was it?! Who the fuck ruined my fun?!"
"Boss, up there!!"
The lackeys around him quickly spotted Wang Xiaoming standing on the roof. His pair of azure compound eyes were far too conspicuous in the darkness.
Boss Tu looked angrily toward the roof.
"Bastard, you're courting death!"
"Bloodthirsty Lion, possession!"
Boss Tu roared, and his body swelled in an instant. The hair on his head began to grow thicker as well.
Most importantly, four Soul Rings rose beneath his feet: two white, one yellow, and one purple.
He was actually a Soul Ancestor?
The Second Soul Ring beneath Boss Tu's feet suddenly lit up.
"Second Soul Skill-Lion's Roar Cannon!"
A basketball-sized air bullet gathered in front of the man and shot straight toward Wang Xiaoming!
But faced with the attack, Wang Xiaoming calmly snapped his fingers.
With a soft snap, the Dimensional Wall instantly unfolded in front of him and swallowed the attack.
At the same time, another Dimensional Wall unfolded behind Boss Tu. The air bullet that had been swallowed shot out of it and blasted an unsuspecting small fry nearby to pieces!
"What the hell?! Spatial type?!"
The leader's alarm bells rang as he watched Wang Xiaoming redirect his attack in an instant and even kill one of his men.
That meant the strange armor wasn't his Martial Soul. His ability to transfer things through space was his Martial Soul!
"Spatial type... All of you, get him! I don't believe he can fight ten men alone!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the lackeys around him reluctantly activated Martial Soul Possession.
Their Martial Souls included iron hammers, bone claws, and rats.
They were basically all one- or two-ring weaklings, and their rings were all an extremely pale white.
Facing Wang Xiaoming, whose strength was unknown, some of them had legs that were trembling.
Wang Xiaoming stood on the roof, looking down at the group.
His gaze passed over their terrified faces and fell on the body bobbing in the artificial pool, then on the bodies hanging from the frames beside it.
The long, light purple hair spread across the water like a cluster of irises soaked in scarlet.
When they faced the slaughter these men brought, had they worn the same terrified expressions?
He took a deep breath, forcing down the sourness churning in his stomach.
"Your sins are unforgivable."
"Three."
He counted softly and kicked off, his red armor streaking forward with an afterimage like a red whirlwind, a killer in the dark of night!
The scarlet in the pool made his armor shine an even brighter red.
The lackey had only just raised his iron hammer above his head when the Kunai Sword swiftly slit his throat.
He didn't even have time to blink before the hammer fell from his limp hand and smashed onto his foot.
"Four."
In the blink of an eye, Wang Xiaoming appeared behind another man, whose bone claws were reaching frantically forward, only to grasp at empty air.
The next second, a line appeared on the back of his neck, and warm liquid poured down his collar.
"Five."
The remaining men finally reacted, retreating like mad and crowding around Boss Tu.
"You bunch of trash! Get out of my way!"
Boss Tu was both shocked and furious. His Fourth Soul Ring suddenly lit up, its purple glow making his entire face look hideously frightening.
"Fourth Soul Skill-Blood Lion's Frenzied Roar!"
He opened his mouth, and a mass of dark red ripples surged from deep in his throat like a tangible wave of sound. Bricks and stones cracked and wooden fences exploded wherever it passed.
The blow covered half the backyard, sending roof tiles flying. The lackeys afraid of death in front of him were the first to bear the brunt, turning into fragments that filled the sky.