Captain Xue glared furiously at Feng Xun. If it weren't for the disaster that Feng Xun brought, his daughter Hongyu would not have been led astray, nor would she have met the terrible fate she did today.

Indeed, the ability of this face to bring disaster was extraordinary.

"You wastes, this time, it's me who has to clean up your mess again," Wu Zhong said sarcastically as he touched his face, which was really quite enough.

"Have you killed the people of the trading team?" Wu Zhong's nose twitched slightly, smelling a scent of blood on the mercenary corps.

To cover up the misdeeds of the mercenary corps, Captain Xue had already killed nearly a hundred people of the Northwest Trading Team, and had looted all their goods.

This so-called mercenary corps had now become a band of desperados, sparring no one who knew about them.

"Hehe, they're just some merchants. Killed them, then they're dead. You might as well worry about yourself instead of others." The torch in Captain Xue's hand flickered, casting its light on Feng Xun's face. "You!"

Captain Xue's pupils shrank slightly, realizing that Feng Xun was somewhat different from before.

His original perfect face was now half covered with a strange tattoo that spread from his cheek all the way up to his collar and neck, looking as though it covered his entire body.

These tattoos, brimming with demon energy, made Feng Xun's face not only look not ugly but rather unusually brilliant.

And, the color of Feng Xun's eyes was also slightly different.

His eyes, which were like glimmering Liuli liquor cups, had now turned to an amber color.

Whether it was tattoos or amber-colored eyes, once he became a dead man, all would be the same.

Captain Xue sneered hideously, waving his hand, and dozens of mercenaries surrounded Feng Xun like a pack of wild dogs waiting to pounce.

Tsch—

With a cold sneer, Wu Zhong couldn't even be bothered to lift an eyelid.

Suddenly, his figure was already outside the encirclement.

Where is he?

Captain Xue and the mercenaries watched as the person disappeared before their eyes, and turning back, they saw Wu Zhong with his hands behind his back, standing several feet away.

It's like a ghost; how did this kid get out all of a sudden?

Captain Xue blinked in disbelief, swallowing hard.

He clearly remembered that this kid was a patient, without much Primordial Power, so how could his movements be so bizarre?

It looks like he underestimated the strength of this sickly boy, Captain Xue steadied his heart.

Never three times without a reason, this time, he must be killed.

Captain Xue's arms shook, and a furious Primordial Power surged out.

"Wind Wheel Fist." As an expert of the Reincarnation First Path, Captain Xue had already passed the Reincarnation Wind Tribulation.

The Primordial Power inside him churned wildly, the pale green Wind Primordial Power condensed on his fists, turning into two wind wheels the size of millstones, spinning rapidly.

These two wind wheels were extremely sharp, capable of instantly splitting hundreds of pounds of boulders.

The wind wheels moved, howling towards Wu Zhong's throat.

Captain Xue sneered hideously, imagining the gory scene of the wind wheels piercing Wu Zhong's throat and the blood spurting out like a fountain, feeling an inexplicable sense of excitement at the bottom of his heart.

The brutal wind wheels seemed to tear apart everything, but at that moment, Wu Zhong did something that plunged all the mercenaries into a nightmare. He raised his hand and extended two fingers, casually pinching them as if the wind wheels in front of him were nothing but headless, brainless flies.

The Wind Wheel ceased movement, exploded, and was left in annihilation.

Wu Zhong's gaze fell upon Captain Xue's face.

Escape... must escape, that man is not human. Sixth Tier Martial Arts, the Wind Wheel Fist, was actually broken by his two fingers.

An inner voice was frantically yelling, but my feet might as well have been trapped in a muddy swamp, unable to move even a step.

When Wu Zhong made his move again, Captain Xue, in his terror, only felt a pain in his scalp, followed by something coiling around his neck. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the man's lazy smile. In the next moment, he saw a flash of red light.

Captain Xue saw his own head separate from his body, and then... there was no follow-up.

On the outskirts of Black Valley, dozens of streams of blood spurted simultaneously, and with the blood that fell to the ground were dozens of severed heads. It was a silent feast of slaughter, quiet and swift.

In the span of a single breath, Wu Zhong was back in his original spot, with a strand of Captain Xue's hair in his hand, still dripping with blood.

Tossing the hair strand aside carelessly, Wu Zhong gazed at Black Valley.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, but above Black Valley, as if covered with a layer of haze, it was always dim and gloomy.

The usually flippant Wu Zhong, when looking at Black Valley, also showed a trace of solemnity.

"What kind of master, what kind of Spiritual Beast; sneaking after This Lord the whole way, come on down." Wu Zhong's thin lips formed a straight line, and he clenched his fingers beneath his sleeve.

Only a faint cry could be heard, a pitch-black something was then grasped in Wu Zhong's hand.

"Chirp chirp," Little Wuya appeared excessively frightened.

It was genuinely innocent, okay? It just slacked off a bit, took a nap, but how come when it woke up, the boss was gone, and Little Zhiyo had disappeared too?

Had it known this would happen, it would have been just like Little Zhiyo, clinging onto the boss to sleep.

It's unknown if it was because of staying with Little Zhiyo for too long and catching a kind of "Witch Phobia," or because it had been bullied by Wu Zhong while still in the egg. Little Wuya instinctively felt a sense of fear towards Wu Zhong.

"Do you still remember Little Yueyue's scent?" Wu Zhong gave Little Wuya a glance.

He remembered its scent. Unexpectedly, as weak as Ye Lingyue was, her ability to raise a Spiritual Beast wasn't bad.

This little creature resembling a charcoal ball of chicken, turned out to be an Illusion Phoenix; if the Divine Bird Phoenix Clan knew about this, it's hard to tell whether it would lead to a large-scale conflict between humans and birds.

Wu Zhong's gaze was lethal, and Little Wuya suspected that if it said it didn't remember, the other party would directly strangle it to death.

"Chirp chirp," Little Wuya flapped its wings, indicating it could lead Wu Zhong into Black Valley to find Ye Lingyue and Little Zhiyo.

But Wu Zhong thought it flew too slowly, he grabbed it in his hand and swept into Black Valley with a step.

When the sun was high in the sky, Lan Cai'er, who had been unconscious for a long time, was finally woken by the glaring light.

Seeing the Sword Slave still unconscious not far away, Lan Cai'er hurriedly splashed water on him to wake him up.

Sword Slave felt the swelling on the back of his neck, feeling silently miserable.

"Your Highness, you really didn't hold back."

In his frustration, Sword Slave felt relieved—a "certain Prince" had appeared. With "him" there, Miss Ye should be fine.

"Where is Prince Feng?" When Lan Cai'er woke up, she noticed Feng Xun was gone. That fellow, he wouldn't have run into Black Valley alone, would he?

"His Highness... he..." Sword Slave stuttered, thinking of how to explain the situation to Lan Cai'er without arousing suspicion.

"Wait, what's the deal with these people?" Lan Cai'er pointed, dumbfounded, at the corpses lying scattered all around.