A head flew high and far, belonging to Daoist Fatduck, the master of Mount Black Duck; Wu Qi had removed it from its body with a powerful kick. The mountain was beautiful, but everything was smeared with blood right now. Corpses of cultivators were scattered everywhere, at least four hundred of them. Another two hundred or so cultivators had buried their heads between their hands, kneeling obediently in the square on the mountaintop, surrounded by soldiers clad in heavy armor who emanated menacing auras.
Laughing merrily, Huang Liang was dragging a few young and beautiful female cultivators towards the square. "Your Excellency!" He shouted as he neared, "These few girls are really young, with the oldest only nineteen years old! Hehe… And, they are all virgins!"
