Hell-like Slaughter Ground

At the waist of Black Mountain, there was a dangerous area.

The path leading to the inner throat of the mountain was sealed by rows of wooden stakes, and sentry towers could also be seen one after another every time one crossed a certain distance. It felt like a military base.

Jun Changxiao was moving along a narrow pathway. He was not in the mood to observe and merely quietly mumbled, "I've killed."

That was right.

He had killed humans, two of them.

After crossing to the Fallen Star Continent and given that he was a cultivator, he had to experience such a thing sooner or later.

"Strange." Jun Changxiao could not understand his feelings as he mumbled. "On the Grudge Platform, I almost vomited when I saw blood after severing Elder Wei's arm. Why don't I feel anything despite this being the first time I've killed someone?"

Killing two bandits with a single sword. From the start to the end, his heart felt extremely steady.

"It's because you've already adapted to your new identity, host, and you also have sufficient understanding of this Fallen Star Continent, where the weak are food for the strong," the system explained. "That's why you remained unfazed despite killing people."

"Oh." Jun Changxiao understood.

Abandoning his distracting thoughts, he began to survey the surroundings as he silently mused, This place is surrounded by mountains. The only path in and out is sealed. It's truly very difficult to attack it.

This was precisely the case.

The authorities and the various sects who sent their forces here had suffered a lot.

"Go quickly!"

A mountain bandit coldly urged at the path in front. Behind Jun Changxiao, there were dozens of bandits brandishing their weapons following him. They were all glaring angrily at him.

When they saw two of their comrades being killed, they originally wanted to rush together and dice that fellow into pieces. However, their big boss had given the order to bring this man into the stronghold. Hence, they could only forcefully suppress their desires.

"Third bro, what's the boss thinking? Why doesn't he let us brothers attack and actually allow that guy to enter?"

"This fellow is the Iron Bones Sect Leader. The big boss must have taken into consideration his identity, which is why he didn't want us to act."

"Pui, such trash can actually be a sect leader?"

"This daddy has roamed Qingyang County for so long and has never met a sect leader like this brat, who is so young that even his pubic hair hasn't grown fully yet."

The bandits conversed. When it came to Jun Changxiao's identity as a sect leader, all of them felt that he was too young and tender and should not be the leader of a sect.

Sect Leader Jun sighed.

At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to write the words 'I am the sect leader' on his forehead to prove that he was truly the boss of the Iron Bones Sect.

"Brothers, do you feel if it is possible for this fellow to be a fake?"

"If he dared fake this, when the truth is exposed, he will definitely suffer a fate worse than death."

"Hehe, I hope that he is faking it. We can then admire the torture skills of our big boss!"

Escorted by dozens of bandits, Jun Changxiao passed through numerous checkpoints and finally stopped before a wooden door. There were two large words written on it—Blackwind Stronghold.

Even bandits had set up their own stronghold.

"Open the door!"

Creak!

The two gigantic wooden gates of the door were slowly pushed over. The bandit in the lead calmly said, "Brat, come in with me."

Jun Changxiao stepped into the stronghold.

…

The interior of Blackwind Stronghold was larger than the Iron Bones Sect. There were many crude wooden houses on both sides.

Pak!

Pak!

When Jun Changxiao walked in, he could hear the sound of a whip cracking.

At an empty space far away, there were five wooden pillars. There were currently five people with tattered clothes tied to them. Their hair was disheveled, and fresh wounds covered their bodies. Whip scars could also be seen through their tattered clothes.

A half-naked muscular bandit was currently whipping one of the prisoners. Only the sound of the whipping could be heard. There were no screams at all.

Jun Changxiao frowned slightly.

He knew that the one being whipped did not scream because he was on the verge of death.

"Save… save me…" A faint and weak-sounding groan suddenly drifted into his ears.

Jun Changxiao lowered his head. A man was slowly squirming on the ground. His legs were cut off, and two long trails of blood could be seen. His expression was abnormally wretched-looking, and he was exceptionally weak. His eyes were filled with fear, pain, and despair. It was like he knew he was about to die, but he still had hope that he could survive.

Buzz!

A large blade fell as the head of the person on the ground rolled.

The mountain bandit lifted his large blade kicked the rolling head into the brazier as he cursed, "You don't even have legs. Why are you still running around everywhere?"

"Brother Niu, in any case, this person will die sooner or later. Why don't you let him suffer a little more before he dies?"

"From my point of view, Brother Niu is too soft-hearted. Hence, he wanted to finish that guy off quickly to prevent prolonging his pain."

The bandits at the side joked.

Soft-hearted my fart!

The bandit named Brother Niu cursed, "That damn idiot dirtied the floor. Why are you guys not cleaning it up yet?"

"Logical, logical."

Everyone laughed boisterously.

Jun Changxiao frowned even more severely. From the gazes of these bandits, he did not see any pity at all. Their gazes were completely filled with cold-bloodedness and cruelty.

"Eh?"

Brother Niu sheathed his blade and glanced over.

The other bandits also jumped down from the platform and had a teasing look in their eyes as they stared at Jun Changxiao.

"Ka!" A bandit lifted his hands and made the motion of slitting one's throat. After that, he began to laugh sinisterly.

The other bandits in the stronghold all revealed sinister looks upon noticing there was a stranger entering.

For a time, the hundreds of bandits here were all staring at Jun Changxiao.

Pak, pak, pak!

The whip-wielding bandit cracked the whip a few times. He pulled the hair of the prisoner tied to the wooden pillar as he cursed, "Damn, another one dead again. Why can't they endure the beatings?"

Jun Changxiao remained silent and continued walking.

He just walked a few steps and could already see many people being hung up. All of them had their heads lowered and had already stopped breathing.

"His granny!" From one of the crude houses on the left side, a mountain bandit lifted his pants as he walked out while scolding in anger. "I had a lapse of attention, and that woman committed suicide by biting her tongue."

"Hehe, I'll go take a look."

"F*ck! Little Eight, how desperate can you be? You even want to do the deed with a dead person?" a bandit jeered.

The bandit named 'Little Eight' entered the house, and his voice echoed out. "I've been holding myself back for more than half-a-year. Even if it was a sow here, this daddy would make love to it!"

Everyone broke out in uproarious laughter.

Jun Changxiao's gaze got increasingly cold as he walked past them.

This place was not a mountain stronghold or a nest for robbers. This was a hell-like slaughter ground. The bandits were no longer humans. They were a bunch of bloodthirsty beasts.

Jun Changxiao was not a good person either, but when he saw the torture and humans being whipped to their deaths, in addition to the pile of corpses, a wave of nameless anger began burning in his heart.

The sight of this hell-like slaughter ground filled Jun Changxiao's heart with fury.

This was especially so when he saw the heads of the victims being kicked into the brazier. When he saw the gazes filled with despair, fear, and helplessness in the eyes of those who were about to die, the only thought that surfaced in his heart was that he had to kill all of the bandits here!