Southwestern Eastern Wilderness, northeast, Sanchuan Gorge, He'gou Town.
"Why are you being so stubborn, fellow cultivator? Your master has already become Your Majesty's dog. What are you still insisting on?"
"Even if we don't take this land, it'll belong to Tiger Chasing sooner or later."
"Yeah, fellow cultivator. We only killed a few mortal households. Is there any need to get this worked up?"
"I advise you to know what's good for you. Don't go looking for trouble."
Outside a private residence steeped in the stench of blood.
Qu Ming, the heavily wounded mayor of He'gou Town, still stood before a squad of Eastern Wilderness army-following cultivators with fury written across his face, unwilling to yield the road.
When this group had arrived, they had immediately set their sights on plunder. Without another word, they had raided several of the town's wealthy households.
When people from those families resisted, they had casually killed them as well.
Unable to bear watching the townspeople suffer, Qu Ming had intervened and fought the five of them.
But he was only at the Seventh Level of Qi Gathering, while one of the five was an Eighth Level Qi Gathering cultivator.
Thus, after this exchange, he naturally gained not the slightest advantage.
These army-following cultivators found it rather strange. By all rights, news of Eastern Wilderness's defeat should have reached this place long ago.
The mayoral residences and cultivator lineages in several other towns along the way had already been abandoned. Their mayors and subordinate cultivators had fled at the first whiff of trouble.
Yet this man alone had stubbornly remained behind in this town that now contained only mortals. He had even fought them fiercely over those people's deaths. It was truly bizarre.
Qu Ming stared fixedly at the five men and swallowed a