Yan Qingcheng, the epitome of peerless beauty, with a face that could eclipse the moon and shame the flowers, and charm potent enough to bring cities and nations to their knees, was fuming. She was of noble birth, and to be treated as a slave was worse than death. She glared at Xiao Chen with unprecedented rage.
"Captives must be prepared for the life of a captive!" Xiao Chen said before ignoring her and turning his attention to Liu Mu's injuries.
The beautiful Liu Ruyan chuckled lightly and said, "Xiao Chen, if you trust me, you can let me discipline her to make her a proper female slave."
"Alright, I'll leave her to you."
At this point, the chaotic bloodshed that had lasted all night was gradually subsiding, as the dust seemed to settle between the major factions. Although some cultivators noticed Xiao Chen and Liu Mu, they did not dare to provoke them, having witnessed their terrifying strength.
