On the rugged mountain road, the young man in ragged clothes was walking hard.
The sharp rocks under his feet and the sharp branches and leaves of the shrubs around him soon left blood marks on the soles of his feet and body, but he did not dare to stop for a moment and walked mechanically.
"Old guy, I've made it impossible for you to walk. I've made it impossible for you to walk. I'll give you a few whips to see if you can still walk."
Harsh curses came from the front of the team. The young man stretched his head and looked forward, and found that a tall man in black robe was raising the whip in his hand, and hit an old man hard on the head again and again. On the body.
The old man was already very weak. After walking on the mountain road for so long, he had already reached his limit. Now he was beaten so hard by the men in black robes. He didn't even have the strength to scream. He trembled on the ground, as if Waiting for death to come.
"village head!"
The young man let out an angry roar and rushed out of the queue despite his hands and feet being bound by heavy chains, trying to stop the man in black robe from continuing to abuse the old man.
It turned out that the hundreds of people who were chained were all villagers from nearby villages. As ordinary mortals, they had no ability to resist in front of the men in black robes, so they were all caught here.
Seeing their village chief being beaten mercilessly, everyone was angry but dared not speak out. Only the young man raised by the old man risked his life to stand up.
In fact, it's no wonder that these villagers are as far apart as the world between mortals and monks. Although there are only three men in black robes responsible for escorting, even if they attack in groups, they can't hurt each other at all.
Sure enough, when he saw someone rushing out of the queue without fear of death, the man in black robe approaching punched the young man in the stomach.
The huge force caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood in an instant, and his body went limp and he knelt on the ground, gasping for air. This scene even scared the other villagers to tremble.
Several male villagers who wanted to help also retracted their steps, looking embarrassed, avoiding the young man's eyes, and no longer dared to make any resistance.
"Everyone, stop it. If someone dies here and can't make up the amount requested by the boss, he will have to walk around without food."
Seeing that the two companions were fighting more and more fiercely, the man in black robe who was following at the end of the team started to stop them. He was obviously the leader among the three. Although the two assailants were not satisfied with the fight, they could only capture the old man and the young man. Throwing the ball back into the team.
The young man staggered and tried to get up, but the severe pain in his chest made him try several times without success. It was obvious that the black-robed man's punches directly broke his ribs.
In the end, several villagers from the same team carried the young man's arms and barely allowed him to follow the team. The man in black robe on the side looked at everything coldly, and the whip in his hand flicked lightly, making the villagers tremble with every blow. .
"Little bastard, don't be impulsive. These demons kill without blinking an eye and make them angry. We have no chance of survival at all. When we finish the hard work, we will naturally take the village chief away with us. Please bear with it for a while."
The kind-hearted woman tore off a piece of clothing and helped the young man simply bandage the exposed wound.
Perhaps sensing the young man's endless anger, the woman quickly grabbed him by the corner of his clothes and earnestly persuaded him not to be impulsive. Facing the monks, mortals like them are just ants. If they don't obey, they will end up dead. One piece.
The team just moved forward along the mountain road. After crossing a ridge, it finally became clear that the squares of mugwort under the blue clouds and blue sky were Kusanagi Cliff.
"Hold your head with your hands, everyone squats down, and no one is allowed to move."
The man in black robe yelled loudly and whipped any villager who moved a little slower. The young man clutched his painful chest and could only lean down in a half-lying position, but the uneasiness in his heart became stronger.
"There is nothing here. How can we be asked to do hard work? If we don't resist now, I'm afraid we will just be lambs to be slaughtered by then, and we don't know how we died."
Something called unyieldingness and courage burned in the young man's chest. The pale lies of the man in black and the kindness of raising himself as an orphan made him unable to let himself and the villagers accept the fate of death no matter what.
"Do it, do it, do it. Even if you die, you won't die silently. Even if you die, you have to try to see if one of the aunts and uncles can escape."
The next moment, the young man with two broken ribs and bruises all over his body gained great strength from nowhere. His body suddenly stood up, and he swung the iron shackles with both hands and fiercely aimed at the black man who had his back turned to him. The man in the robe smashed it away.
Maybe they didn't expect that a group of mortal villagers would dare to resist, or maybe they relaxed their vigilance because the intense task was about to be completed.
The black-robed man who had just entered the Dan Formation Realm did not react at all. He was immediately beaten to a bloody head by the young man's "sneak attack". He fell to the ground and fainted.
The sudden change caused all the villagers and the man in black robe to freeze on the spot, watching stupidly as the young man with red eyes raised the shackles again and again and hit the man in black robe on the head.
As white and red substances continued to spray out, the young man's face, hair and clothes were all stained with blood, and the arrogant "blood" organization monk was already dead and could not die anymore.
"I kill you!"
After all, it was the man in black robe who was in charge of the command who was the first to react from the unparalleled shock and roared and punched.
This move used all the strength of his entry-level cultivation in the Infant Transformation Realm, and he became so angry that he actually wanted to break the young man into pieces on the spot.
The majestic power made everyone scream in surprise. More and more villagers who were infected by the young man's actions wanted to rescue him, but the monk's blow was beyond the reach of ordinary people. He completely submerged the young man in an instant.
"I still only killed one and couldn't help the others escape. I'm really too weak. It would be better if I also had some cultivation."
The burning sensation of high temperature gradually blurred the young man's vision. He did not regret his "impulse". Instead of doing nothing and making the appointment, he would rather choose to shout in silence.
Although this cry may be so insignificant in front of those "gods" who have practiced it, it is a person's last resistance to the injustice of fate, real and full of power.
"Don't forget today's humiliation, don't forget your determination to protect the people you cherish. When you reach the top in the future, this will be your weapon to break your destiny."
The young man who closed his eyes and waited for his fate to be judged felt warm all over his body. When he opened his eyes and looked, he saw an extremely majestic figure standing in front of him.
The unparalleled full-strength blow of the man in black robe was completely useless in front of the visitor. It was just a casual tap, and it turned into fragments and floated in the air over Kusanagi Cliff.
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