Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

The people of Mang Village, in their rage, launched an immediate and fierce attack.

A large group of them attacked Jun Wuxie, while another group charged towards the village exit.

However, the Mang Village people who charged towards the young and strong of Xinghua Village outside the village were unable to break through.

Because Jun Wuxie stood at the village entrance.

The instant they attacked and charged, brilliant golden light illuminated the twilight sky.

Blood energy surged out like tidal waves.

Whether they were attacking Jun Wuxie or charging towards the village exit, they were instantly blasted away, coughing up blood, completely losing their balance, and crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up dust everywhere.

"What?"

The village chief of Mang Village was shocked, staggering back several steps, almost losing his footing at the sight.

The rest of the Mang Village people were terrified, trembling all over.

"Impossible! Who are you? How can you be so strong!"

The village chief of Mang Village and the young and strong roared, their eyes filled with cold ruthlessness, struggling to get up and attack again.

"Otherwise, what did you think happened to the dozens of people and two elders from Mang Village who ambushed us in the mountains?"

Jun Wuxie's tone was calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

In fact, for him, killing dozens of True God Lesser Celestial and two Middle Celestial was indeed a trivial matter.

"This old man doesn't believe it!"

The village chief roared and charged forward.

Pa!

Jun Wuxie slapped him from a distance.

A golden blood energy palm was as fast as lightning, leaving the village chief of Mang Village with no time to react or dodge. He was slapped directly in the face, sent flying sideways, half of his old face instantly a bloody mess, his mouth full of old teeth knocked out, and cracks appearing in his skull.

He only felt his mind buzzing, his head aching, his vision blackening, the world spinning, and his sight blurring.

The rest of the Mang Village people charged up fiercely.

At that moment, a golden military talisman popped out from Jun Wuxie's fingertip.

The talisman leaped into the air and instantly transformed into a mountain-like great seal, which rumbled down, suppressing them from above.

The Mang Village experts who had charged up were greatly shocked, and with a bang, they knelt on the ground, their hands supporting them, unable to stand upright, coughing up blood, their internal organs riddled with cracks.

"Next, I'll leave it to you."

Jun Wuxie's military seal vibrated again, causing the bodies of the suppressed Mang Village experts to crack all over, blood flowing like a river, their internal organs completely shattered, and even their primordial spirits cracked, letting out painful and shrill screams.

Then, the great seal quickly shrank, turning back into a military talisman, and disappeared into his body.

At this time, Hua Qi and the others rushed into Mang Village.

Jun Wuxie turned around, his back to Mang Village, looking at the clouds in the distance.

The setting sun was like blood, illuminating the clouds on the horizon in a tragic blood red.

Like Mang Village at this moment, filled with various miserable cries and wails.

It seemed that, judging from the sounds, they were very pitiful.

However, they were not worthy of pity.

Jun Wuxie looked at the clouds in the sky, always with his back to Mang Village.

No matter how miserably the women, children, and the old wailed inside Mang Village, he did not say a word.

This was the first time in his life that he had not stopped others from killing women, children, and the old.

The people of Mang Village were too vicious and cruel. No one in the entire village was innocent.

Moreover, he had no reason, not even the right, to stop the people of Xinghua Village from taking revenge on Mang Village.

Because he was not qualified to forgive on behalf of the people of Xinghua Village, generation after generation, who had died tragically at the hands of Mang Village.

"Ah!! You—you are too vicious—"

The True God experts of Mang Village were suppressed and temporarily not killed, watching helplessly as the others in the village were killed.

At this moment, they finally experienced the pain and despair that the people of Xinghua Village had endured for generations.

Before their eyes were all blood and corpses, and blood mist floated in the air, blurring their vision.

"No—don't ah—"

The experts of Mang Village could not bear the cruel reality, could not bear such a blow, and some burst into tears on the spot.

Their appearance made one wonder how wronged they were and how much grievance they had suffered.

Gradually, the miserable cries within Mang Village slowly subsided.

The entire village was a river of blood, and the ground was covered with corpses.

Those who had done many evils finally suffered the consequences they deserved and paid a heavy price.

"Demons, you demons!"

The voices of the Mang Village experts were like the curses of vengeful ghosts as they screamed and cursed.

They struggled frantically, but could not break free.

Having been severely injured by Jun Wuxie, the divine principles and true energy in their bodies were already disordered, making it difficult to control and unable to muster much strength to resist.

"Demons?"

Hua Qi stepped forward, raised his hand, and slapped the village chief of Mang Village in the face, then stomped his head to the ground, and said coldly: "Are you worthy to say such words?

Back then, my clan's ancient ancestors gave way to you everywhere, even giving you many resource areas. What did you do in return?

Over the ages, you have used all kinds of conspiracies and tricks to kill my clan members, kill my ancestors, kill my father, uncles and elders!

Your sins are too numerous to count, even if you were to be dismembered by a thousand cuts, it would be difficult to atone for your sins!

When you inflict sin and bloodshed on others, you smile hideously, you revel, you enjoy that perverted sense of satisfaction.

Now that the same fate has befallen you, you can't stand it?

Remember, those who kill will be killed!

There is never a cause without a reason in this world. Everything has a cause, and today is the retribution of your Mang Village!

This is the second gift we have sent to your Mang Village. Are you satisfied?"

"You—you—you won't have a good death!

Wait, today my Mang Village is destroyed, and one day you will also be destroyed, not one will be left!

There are too many people in this world who want you dead, not just our Mang Village.

Without our Mang Village, there will soon be Li Village, Wang Village, hahahaha!"

The experts of Mang Village laughed madly and hideously, their eyes filled with blood, cold and sinister.

"You can only use pathetic fantasies to comfort yourselves now."

Hua Qi sneered, "With my master here, who can touch my clan members?"

"Your master!"

The Mang Village experts all looked at the man standing at the village entrance with his hands behind his back, wearing a moon-white sword robe.

For a moment, his eyes were filled with blood from hatred.

It was that person, it was he who led to the destruction of Mang Village!

This guy who didn't know where he came from made them unable to fight back against the people of Xinghua Village, and they were slaughtered like this!

"Qi'er, stop talking nonsense with them, take them back to the village."

"Yes, Master."

Hua Qi and his several uncles took out long ropes and tied up all the hands of the Mang Village experts.

The remaining people went to the resource vault of Mang Village, each carrying several space bags, and collected all the resources of Mang Village.

Mang Village, unlike Xinghua Village, does not have divine corn as food and cultivation resources.

Their resource vault stored other resources, and the quantity was naturally incomparable to that of Xinghua Village.

The divine corn of Xinghua Village needs to have the corn seeds stored in a certain object in the village for almost a year.

In this way, taking out the seeds can plant the divine corn.

That special object was a special treasure that their ancient ancestors brought out from the imperial family back then.

"Let's go."

Jun Wuxie took the lead in leaving. Throughout the entire process, he never looked back at Mang Village.

Hua Qi and the others dragged the Mang Village experts along, dragging them for hundreds of miles, back to the village.

When the villagers saw them return, dragging a large number of Mang Village experts, they all rushed up excitedly.

One by one, they rushed up and punched and kicked the Mang Village experts.

On the way back, Jun Wuxie had already crippled the cultivation of the Mang Village experts.

He expected such a scene and prevented the energy in the Mang Village experts' bodies from automatically responding in an emergency and rebounding, hurting the people of Xinghua Village.

In the open space in the village, a bonfire was burning, with a barbecue rack on top, roasting True God realm flesh, exuding a mouth-watering meaty aroma.

The villagers erected dozens of wooden stakes near the bonfire, nailing the Mang Village experts to them one by one in a large character shape.

Then, they condensed divine principles, evolved into blades, and controlled the blades from a certain distance to perform slow slicing on the Mang Village people.

They themselves sat around the bonfire, celebrating this special day.

Nearby were the miserable screams of the many experts of Mang Village.

Around the bonfire, they admired the Mang Village experts being slowly sliced while drinking wine from large bowls and eating meat in large bites.

In their entire lives, they had never felt so happy as they did today.

Many people shed tears in laughter.

The tears were full of too many emotions.

There was the joy of victory, the longing for a better future, the memories of past hardships, and the remembrance and comfort of those who died tragically at the hands of Mang Village.

The bonfire lasted until late at night.

All the experts of Mang Village died in the slow slicing, leaving only skeletons, with piles of flesh and blood underneath, and blood flowing out for several meters, dyeing the ground red.

Hua Qi was a little drunk, sitting beside Jun Wuxie, his body swaying.

His eyes were almost unable to open, leaning on Jun Wuxie's shoulder, murmuring in a low voice.

His voice was very soft, but Jun Wuxie could hear him clearly.

He was calling for his father.

Turning his head to look at Hua Qi, the tears overflowing from the corner of his eyes hung on his still somewhat youthful and handsome face.

Jun Wuxie looked down at Xiao Yezi, who was lying on his lap, already drunk and asleep.

He raised his hand, which was originally patting Xiao Yezi's back, wiped away the tears on Hua Qi's face, and gently patted his head.

“All the suffering and sorrow have passed.”

He said softly.

In this scene, he thought of his children.

He wondered how they were doing now.

Decades had passed since he left the dynasty, and their changes must be significant.

Whether it was Qi'an or Xian'er, both possessed powerful bloodlines.

Perhaps due to the lack of divine-grade resources, they hadn't stepped into the Divine Realm, but he imagined they were at least in the Eternal Saint Realm.

Everyone was already tipsy to varying degrees.

Looking at Hua Qi, who was drunk and leaning on Lord Divine, and Little Leaf, who was asleep on his lap.

In a daze, they seemed to see the image of Hua Qi and Little Leaf's father.

Perhaps, they could feel some paternal love from Lord Divine.

The village chief and the others couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Whether it was Hua Qi or Little Leaf, their fathers had passed away early, and they were fatherless at a young age, both pitiful children.

The role of father had only been in their lives for a very short time.

A teacher is like a father.

Now that they had Lord Divine, it could somewhat compensate for their missing paternal love.

“Lian Yue, I will take your family's descendants out and not let them continue to stay in this world.

If we meet again in the future, you should be very happy to see them.”

Jun Wuxie thought to himself.

Several of the old friends he met in the chaotic space-time had already encountered their reincarnated selves.

For example, Mo Qianxing's reincarnation, Cang Tian, Yuzhu's reincarnation, Xuanyuan Yuzhu, and Gong Jiuqing's reincarnation, Qin Keqing.

But there were still Mu Chenfeng, Hua Lian Yue, Murong Yi, Baili Tufeng, and Shangguan Wuya, the whereabouts of their five reincarnated selves were still unknown.

They had a drop of his blood on them, and there would be no problem with reincarnation. He just didn't know where they were, and whether their growth in this life was smooth.

Back then, although he was weak, that drop of blood could give them the power to reincarnate.

It wasn't because that drop of blood itself had any powerful effect, but because that drop of blood could draw power from his future self in the future space-time and grant them the opportunity to reincarnate.

Back then, he didn't know why that person in the chaotic space-time wanted him to give each of them a drop of blood.

After his past life memories were revived, he understood and deduced this possibility.

Only such a possibility would make that drop of blood useful.