Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Rumble rumble~~~~

The iron torrent of the Iron Blood Horse Thieves came as expected, and the villagers of Qingfeng Village were already nervously waiting at the village entrance.

"Stop!"

Mad Scar gestured with his hand, halting the hundreds of cavalry behind him.

"Mad Scar hero, as per your request, ten thousand taels of silver, thirty jade artifacts, twenty pieces of silver ornaments, and ten pieces of gold ornaments have been gathered. They are all here."

The village chief's face was pale and weak, his words even more so.

Qingfeng Village could never produce such a large sum of wealth. To gather these, the village chief and several Fourth Layer Martial Artists discussed for a long time.

They wanted to borrow from the neighboring village, but the neighboring village had already been visited by the Iron Blood Horse Thieves, overwhelmed themselves, with no means to help them.

However, the village chief did gain something. From the mouth of the neighboring village chief, he learned that in the Flame Fire Main City, there is an underground arena. As long as one is willing to become an arena fighter, they can earn a considerable fortune.

The Flame Fire Main City governs villages and towns within a ten thousand mile radius and is the most prosperous place within that region.

The village chief was aware that arena fighters are playthings for the entertainment of nobles, with two fighters battling each other, only one survives.

To become an arena fighter, one must fight a hundred matches to gain freedom, but no fighter has accomplished this so far.

Knowing this was a choice of losing one's life, the village chief still resolutely signed the contract and fought a Fifth Layer Martial Artist, suffering injuries.

For the village, the village chief was willing to sacrifice his life.

"Very good, very good..."

Mad Scar opened the chests filled with gold and silver ornaments, the golden light dazzling, a splendid sight, most of the wealth was gathered by the villagers of Qingfeng Village.

"Your Qingfeng Village knows how to adapt, unlike Yumu Village a hundred miles away, which dared to join forces to resist. Well, now there is no Yumu Village, ears are quieter."

Mad Scar's words left the villagers of Qingfeng Village shocked and angry, but no one dared to act out.

"Since your Qingfeng Village is so sensible, I won't make things difficult for you."

Mad Scar continued, "The Village Chief has ordered that in addition to tributes, each village must hand over ten beautiful women. Seeing your Qingfeng Village is so sensible, you only need to hand over five!"

"This..."

The village chief repeatedly pleaded, "Mad Scar hero, you can't, absolutely can't!"

"What? You want to defy the Village Chief's orders?"

Mad Scar glared coldly at the village chief, waving his hand, "Bring me ten beautiful women, not one less!"

"Yes!"

The Iron Blood Horse Thieves at the back heard, their eyes gleaming with lewd light, licking their lips, they charged in on their warhorses.

"Damn horse thieves, I will never let you into Qingfeng Village even if I die!"

A young man of only a Second Layer Martial Artist roared, charging with an iron spear.

This action ignited the already seething martial artist team, all roaring and engaging in a bloody battle with the Iron Blood Horse Thieves.

"Good! Very good! From now on, there will be no more Qingfeng Village! Kill them!"

Mad Scar roared like thunder, his massive body wielding a Great Saber, the powerful strength of a Fifth Layer Martial Artist, slashing a Third Layer Martial Artist of Qingfeng Village in half with one strike.

"I'll fight you to the end!"

The village chief's face reddened, everyone has a nature of blood, for the village he could endure forbearance, even staking his life was nothing, but the Iron Blood Horse Thieves gave him no way out, leaving him no choice but to erupt completely.

The sound of battle at the village entrance echoed to the skies, the chaotic fight of hundreds shocked the old, weak, women, and children in the village, causing their legs to go weak in fear.

"Everyone, don't panic, we'll escape through the back mountain, circumvent and leave, they won't catch us!"

At an elder's suggestion, the old and young quickly fled their homes, running towards the back mountain.

"Ya Sang! Let's hurry and go too, the Iron Blood Horse Thieves are heartless, if they catch us it will be bad, hurry!"

Ya Sang's parents quickly packed their belongings, taking their valuables, and rushed out holding Ya Sang's hand.

"And him, Dad! I want to take him with us!"

Ya Sang pleaded urgently.

"Ya Sang, he's dead, the Iron Blood Horse Thieves won't deal with him, let's go!"

The woman firmly pulled Ya Sang, urging anxiously.

No matter how they persuaded, Ya Sang insisted on taking Wang Xu along.

Ultimately, unable to argue with Ya Sang, they had to move Wang Xu onto a wooden board, tie him with a thick rope, and drag him away together.

Boom!!!!

At the ferocious battle at the village entrance, the martial artist team had suffered over half their casualties. They were too weak to resist such a powerful force as the Iron Blood Horse Thieves.

Some of the Iron Blood Horse Thieves had already broken through the martial artist team, galloping towards the escaping villagers.

Ya Sang was behind, trying to keep the wooden board steady to prevent Wang Xu from falling. But when she looked back, frightened to her core, the Iron Blood Horse Thieves had already caught up.

Snap!

A thin whip shadow whistled through the air, striking fiercely on Ya Sang's father's back.

"Wow..." Ya Sang's father, already gravely injured and barely recovering, spewed a mouthful of blood from the whip strike on his back.

"Dad!"

"Ya Sang's dad!"

The mother and daughter cried sharply, but another whip shadow followed.

Snap!

This whip struck Ya Sang's mother, causing her to spit a mouthful of blood too, her body unable to stand, collapsing onto the ground.

"Mother!"

Ya Sang's eyes were bloodshot, his expression sorrowful, tears streaming uncontrollably.

At this moment, several figures on horseback galloped from behind, surrounding the Ya Sang family with their warhorses. The Iron Blood horse thieves on the horses laughed heartily, their eyes filled with lecherous intent as they looked at Ya Sang.

"Heh heh..."

The warhorses stopped, and several Iron Blood horse thieves dismounted, step by step pressing toward Ya Sang.

"Brothers, this girl is really fresh, why don't we... enjoy her ourselves first, how about that?" an Iron Blood horse thief licked his lips, grinning lewdly.

"Nothing could be better; after all, there are so many women in Qingfeng Village, the Village Chief won't notice if we just enjoy one."

"Ha ha! Good, it's settled then, after we've had our fill, no one is allowed to speak about this, got it?"

"Heh heh! Understood!"

Hearing the obscene words of the Iron Blood horse thieves, Ya Sang was horrified to the extreme, collapsing to the ground.

"Ha ha... I'll go first!"

One of the Iron Blood horse thieves shouted, stretching out his large hand, grabbing Ya Sang's jade-like foot, and pulling her over.

"Father! Mother!"

Ya Sang screamed her heart out, hysterically, clutching her parents' hands desperately, refusing to let go.

But the Iron Blood horse thieves were martial artists, their strength was immense, and Ya Sang's hands couldn't grip tightly. In a panicked struggle, her small hands grabbed the hem of Wang Xu's clothing.

"No... no..."

Ya Sang sobbed, crying her heart out, gripping Wang Xu's clothing tightly, refusing to let go.

"Ha ha... such chastity, the taste will surely be intoxicating, come to me!"

The Iron Blood horse thieves, as if toying with a plaything, forcibly pulled Ya Sang's body over with a yank.

Ya Sang's piercing cries echoed throughout Qingfeng Village, her nails digging into the earth, seeping with blood, eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

Yet not a soul could help her.

The Iron Blood horse thieves seemed to revel in this agony-filled scream, laughing mockingly; the more Ya Sang suffered, the more they reveled.

"No... no... no!!!!"

Suddenly, a voice emerged, and the numerous Iron Blood horse thieves frowned and looked over, at the black-robed man on the plank, his eyes shut tight, muttering something.

"Interrupting my pleasure, go, kill him!"

One of the Iron Blood horse thieves flicked his great saber, stepped forward, his mouth twisted into a cruel smile.

Seeing this, Ya Sang cried even more desperately.

"Buzzkiller, go to hell!"

The saber's tip plunged fiercely towards Wang Xu's heart!

However—

Just as the tip was about to touch Wang Xu, a pair of eyes filled with boundless killing intent suddenly opened wide!

The Iron Blood horse thief was so frightened by this look that his hand trembled, his body frozen, eyes widened in terror.

What kind of eyes were they?

They seemed to hold all the world's suffering, all the world's resentment, all the world's anger, and all the killing intent... that terrifying gaze was like a sharp blade, slicing through your flesh, stirring within your body!

"You want to kill me?"

Like a query from Hell itself, filled with cruelty, madness, and boundless fury!

A pale hand rose, gently pinching.

Puff!

The Iron Blood horse thief holding the saber suddenly exploded!

Blood splattered, flesh and viscera scattered everywhere.

"This... this..."

The Iron Blood horse thieves witnessing this scene stood dumbfounded, completely unaware of what had happened.

Wang Xu's body swayed as he stood up, his face covered in splattered blood, his bloodshot eyes slowly lifting to gaze at the Iron Blood horse thieves.

"Quick... quick! Kill him! Kill him!"

The Iron Blood horse thieves snapped out of their terror, feeling death approaching as those eyes glared at them, their first thought being to kill the black-robed man in front of them!

"You... you caused Tang Yan's death... all of you must die!"

An eerie voice echoed, and Wang Xu raised his hand again, his hand slowly clenching.

"Ah—"

"What's happening! My body isn't listening to me!"

"Ah!! My bones! Ah!!!"

The bodies of these Iron Blood horse thieves seemed to be compressed bit by bit into the void, their flesh squeezed, bones fracturing piece by piece, blood seeping from their skin.

The immense pain plunged these Iron Blood horse thieves into a Hell-like torment; no, even Hell was more merciful!

"Stop compressing, please, spare me!"

"Help!! Help!! I don't want to die!!"

"I beg you! Spare me! I'll do anything for you, spare me!"

Have you ever experienced the feeling of your heart being slowly compressed and inflated until it burst?

Do you know the feeling of bones being shattered bit by bit, then piercing into your flesh?

Have you felt the sensation of blood and bones being ground together, mixed, and stirred inside your body?

This feeling, is called a fate! Worse! Than! Death! (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for it at Qidian (qidian.com); your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)

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