Chapter 1041: The Saint of the Demonic Cult
Several burly men from the Akedo Tribe rushed over and encircled Qiao Mu. They each drew their scimitars from their waists before fiendishly pointing them at Qiao Mu.
“You bunch of people are courting death!” Xiao Mi shouted as she drew her shortsword from her waist, as well.
Yet just as she intended to attack, a dozen young men in black appeared beside Qiao Mu in a flash, attacking the burly men from the Akedo Tribe with their swords without a second word.
The fight between the two parties broke out in an instant, and the adventurer base was immediately filled with the shouts of crossing swords.
The base’s junior manager was so agitated that he kept stomping his feet, and he sent his men a look to quickly request for their commander to make an appearance.
Presently, this base was managed by Wind Wolf Mercenary Group. Their commander Feng Lang[1] was merely in his early thirties, yet not only was he remarkably capable with extremely high cultivation, he was also greatly respected by the masses.
As the base’s junior manager sent for someone to request for Commander Feng Lang, he also called for a dozen soldiers to separate the people engaged in the brawl.
However, once the battle commenced, was it possible for merely a dozen base soldiers to butt in?
While being hopping mad, the manager roared, “Stop right now, all of you! If you make a huge racket and trigger a beast tide, I’m telling you all! You people will be dead for sure!”
Not only so, you’ll also implicate all the other innocent people inside the base!
These bunch of little bastards only knew how to stir up trouble all day long.
The people fighting had long been seeing red, so how would they bother listening to the manager’s nagging on the side?
The ten Akedo tribesmen were totally not Lightning and company’s match, and they were all finally taken down after a series of punching and kicking.
“Kneel down.” Lightning kicked the back of a burly man’s knee, and that person crashed to the ground on his knees after being forced to bend his legs. He glared hatefully, but he didn’t utter a sound.
The manager’s complexion turned very unsightly, and he turned to look at Qiao Mu, who was standing expressionlessly on the side. “This miss, you’re not stopping them?”
“Why should I make them stop? Are you blind? Didn’t you see that they were the ones who attacked me first?” Qiao Mu swept him a frigid glance. “Could it be that if someone slaps your left cheek, you’ll stupidly stretch out your right cheek so they can continue slapping?”
“You!!” The manager was choked off by her sharp tongue.
“Kill.” Qiao Mu icily gave this order, and she promptly turned to leave without even bothering to spare the Akedo youth a glance.
“Ha ha. Eh heh-heh! Of course you have to include me in something as fun as killing people.” A crisp voice came from the base’s entrance.
Suddenly, everyone felt their sight blur, and a red figure abruptly swept past the base’s entrance with a swift breeze, instantly raising the dust.
“Rawr!” While flexing its four wings, a golden jade-eyed tiger with slanted eyes abruptly slapped a burly man to the ground before pressing on its neck with its paw. One claw was all it took to tear his throat and make him die a violent death.
With a ghastly pale face, the Akedo man widened his eyes in horror as he stared straight at the humongous tiger above his head.
His body was quivering, but he didn’t dare budge at all.
At this moment, everyone suddenly heard the sound of tinkling silver bells.
A 16-year-old young girl appeared at the base’s entrance, a crimson muslin shawl wrapping her lithe, delicate, and graceful figure.
Both her eyes and eyebrows were turned upwards, and her twinkling eyes were curved like crescent moons.
The Saint of the Demonic Cult! Everyone was shocked.
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