At dusk in Qingshi Village, the setting sun was like blood, dyeing the distant mountains red. Under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, several children were playing and fighting, and the villagers working in the fields were carrying hoes and walking back one after another. The smoke from the cooking rose up, mixed with the aroma of firewood and food, and everything seemed so peaceful.
Sean sat on the stone pier at the door of his house, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and casually drew circles on the ground. He was sixteen years old this year, handsome, but there was always a trace of melancholy between his eyebrows. Tom went hunting in the mountains a few days ago and broke his leg by a wild boar. Now he can only lie in bed and groan. The few pounds of food left at home are almost gone.
"Sean, are you in a daze again?" A rough voice came from Jack, the blacksmith in the village. He was carrying a sledgehammer, bare-chested, and sweat flowed down his dark skin.
Sean looked up and smiled: "Uncle Jack, I want to go up the mountain to pick up some firewood tomorrow and exchange it for some food."
Jack frowned: "You are so small, don't let the wolves take you up the mountain. Forget it, I will go with you tomorrow."
Sean was about to thank him when he heard a hurried sound of horse hooves in the distance, followed by the screams of the villagers. He stood up suddenly and looked towards the entrance of the village. He saw a cloud of dust flying, and a dozen strong men riding tall horses, holding machetes and spears, howling and rushing into the village.
"Robbers! They are the robbers from Black Wind Village!" Someone recognized the black tiger mask on the leader's head and shouted in fear.
Black Wind Village is a notorious robber gang in a radius of 100 miles. They burn, kill, rob and commit all kinds of evil. Although Qingshi Village is remote, it occasionally suffers, but this time it came too suddenly and the villagers were unprepared.
"Run! Run!" The village was in chaos, women and children were crying, the old and weak were running, but the robbers were like wolves among sheep, and several people fell in a pool of blood while swinging their machetes.
Sean held the stick tightly in his hand, his heart beating like a drum. He wanted to run, but his legs were like lead and couldn't move. At this moment, a robber found Jack not far away and swung his knife with a grin.
"Uncle Jack!" Sean's brain was hot, and he rushed over regardless of everything, and the stick in his hand hit the robber's back fiercely.
"Bang!" The stick broke with a sound, and the robber just shook slightly, turned around, and showed a face full of scars. He sneered: "Where did you come from, you little brat, you are looking for death!"
The machete flashed a cold light and chopped Sean's chest. Sean couldn't dodge in time, and felt a chill in his chest, blood gushed out, and the whole person was knocked to the ground by the huge force.
"Sean!" Jack roared, swung his sledgehammer and smashed the robber's brain. But more robbers surrounded him, and Jack had several more bloody wounds in the midst of the swords and sabers.
Sean fell to the ground, his consciousness gradually blurred. He felt his body getting colder and colder, and blood gushed out of his chest, staining the soil under his feet red. He could hear the screams of the villagers and the laughter of the robbers, but he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.
"Is... I'm going to die like this?" Sean thought unwillingly, and the world in front of him began to become dark.
Just as he was about to fall into eternal silence, an inexplicable heat suddenly surged from his dantian, like a fire, instantly igniting his cold body. The heat quickly flowed through his limbs and bones, and the tearing pain followed, and Sean couldn't help but let out a low roar.
"Boom!" An invisible wave of air erupted from his body, and the surrounding dust was shaken up, and even the robbers not far away were stunned for a moment.
Sean suddenly opened his eyes, and a deep purple light flashed in his pupils. He looked down and saw that the knife wound on his chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the blood seemed to be sucked dry by something.
"What is going on?" He muttered to himself, but suddenly a strange memory appeared in his mind-the Devouring Divine Body, the Emperor's Legacy, the First Divine Body, which can devour everything and turn it into its own use!
Before he could think about it, the heat flow boiled again, turning into a violent force rushing to his limbs. He raised his head and looked at the robbers who were still slaughtering villagers not far away, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"You all deserve to die!" Sean growled, and his figure flashed, rushing towards the crowd like a ghost.