From their faces, he saw pain and pleading,
They were begging Chu Xisheng to spare them, to give them a way out.
But Chu Xisheng remained unmoved, his expression cold as he sheathed the Golden Jade Marriage Sabers.
The moment his long saber entered its sheath, the heads of more than two hundred Sixth Grade Martial Cultivators around the restaurant exploded. Another eighty or so suffered even more pain as their mouths and noses burst with copious amounts of blood.
Chu Xisheng would never show mercy to these people who still harbored Enemy Intent towards him, much less feel pity for those of his own kind who had betrayed them to the Giant Spirit.
That was not benevolence; it was the pity of a foolish woman!
Upon seeing this, Ye Zhiqiu couldn’t help but feel a chill in her heart.
It was not because of Chu Xisheng’s ruthless temperament, but because of his Sword Intent.
Chu Xisheng’s Primordial Spirit Power and Vengeful Blade Intent were already so powerful?
She thought that without having Cultivated the Divine Intent Touch Death Blade, Chu Xisheng already wielded such might. What would it be like if he mastered the Divine Intent Touch Death Blade?
Perhaps one day, Chu Xisheng could, like the Blood Vengeance Blade Lord, Suppress Heaven with a single blade!
Ye Zhiqiu then collected her thoughts and began to finish off the survivors.
Although Chu Xisheng had shaken the Fifth-grade Martial Cultivators’ Primordial Spirits with his Sword Intent, it was not enough to kill them.
Ye Zhiqiu had to finish them off one by one, beheading them.
This was undoubtedly a bloody and dirty task, but Chu Xisheng had already completed the most crucial part, and it was her turn now.
Chu Xisheng returned to the restaurant, to the presence of Yang Dongpeng from ’Eight-direction Wind’.
The regenerative abilities of a Fourth Grade martial cultivator’s flesh were terrifying; in just a short while, the severed limbs of this man had sprouted bits of new flesh.
Chu Xisheng glanced at his wounds and asked indifferently, "The Mo Ke Lie of the Mo Luo Thousand Households you mentioned, who is he? Is he Golden Crown or Silver Crown?"
"Mo Qianhu is a Golden Crown Thousand Households of the Moluo Tribe!"
Enduring extreme pain, Yang Dongpeng glared at Chu Xisheng with a vicious look: "You’re all dead, definitely dead!"
His eyes were filled with extreme wrath and unwillingness, wishing he could tear Chu Xisheng to pieces.
Chu Xisheng and Ye Zhiqiu outside perked up at these words.
They hadn’t expected that refining Luo Hou’s Blood would go so smoothly.
Chu Xisheng then asked puzzledly, "Why would you do such a thing? As Secret Medicine Hunters in Buzhou Mountain, you could earn millions from a single deal. Why go through this hardship?"
Yang Dongpeng snorted coldly, keeping a tight face, unwilling to speak.
"It’s not that they don’t want to, they’re just incapable," said Ye Zhiqiu, who had beheaded over eighty and walked into the restaurant.
With a sneer, she continued, "Didn’t you notice? These guys are too weak. Even if they find the secret medicine, they can’t take it down. Without the power of a Heavenly Pillar Level Fourth Grade cultivator, how can they be Hunters?"
Chu Xisheng was stunned for a moment, then understood.
Indeed, those Fourth-grade Secret Medicine Main Materials were not only hard to find but also fraught with great danger. Sometimes, one even had to face them alone without relying on others.
Especially the Promotion Secret Ceremony after taking the secret medicine required a reliable warrior as a protector.
If the ritual failed, one would end up like the Iron Madman.
This is why the Strange Blade Demon Craftsman Li Tiangong was so in demand.
The custom-made swords and sabers he forged could significantly enhance a Martial Cultivator’s combat power, increasing the chances of successful Promotion.
"Also, if I’m not mistaken, these guys aren’t from our Divine Continent. They are the local warriors of Buzhou Mountain," said Ye Zhiqiu, her expression one of cold severity as she looked at Yang Dongpeng. "The Cultivation Techniques of these guys are impure, their foundations too chaotic; it’s not from our Divine Continent. For him to be able to reach Fourth Grade with a broken and incomplete technique speaks to a remarkable talent."
Yang Dongpeng’s complexion went pale as he gave a bitter laugh, "If someone like me were from the Divine Continent, with access to orthodox cultivation techniques, would I only have this level of cultivation? Indeed we can’t do the business of Secret Medicine Hunters, but butchering piglets like you can earn me a few million, and I can seek rewards from those Giant Spirit Tribes as well, living a merry life."
Chu Xisheng’s eyes suddenly grew cold.
He had observed carefully; the Magic Artifacts on these people were quite extraordinary, who knows how many travelers they had swindled over the years.
Ye Zhiqiu sneered with disdain: "These people are slave soldiers from the Giant Spirit Tribe, starting their fortunes by oppressing their own kind. They are rotten from the core. Even if they escaped, they survive by feasting on the flesh and blood of their own kind, serving the Giant Spirits, a bunch of scum."
Yang Dongpeng, however, glared with wide eyes: "Isn’t it your fault? If the Sects of the Central Plains had been willing to help us... If your Secret Medicine Hunters had been willing to trade techniques and medicine pill formulas with us, why would we need to come to this?"
Just then, a desolate horn sounded from outside the valley.
Yang Dongpeng revitalized, with an abnormal gleam in his eyes: "It’s Mo Ke Lie! He and his warriors are here; they have reached the outskirts of the valley,"
Yang Dongpeng laughed heartily: "He is a prince of Mo Ke Lie, with a troop of King’s Tent Hundred Households at his command, and can muster Slave Tribe Warriors, at least twenty thousand strong. Today if I die, you too will not survive. I will be waiting for you down below."
Chu Xisheng laughed without humor, reflecting, if I can’t fight them, can’t I still escape? The terrain here is so convenient.
Of course, there was no need to run away either.
Ye Zhiqiu sneered even more: "What use is a multitude? The Vengeance Blade my junior brother practices is not for nothing."