Cultivator tent... Wait, suitable for an orgy?
Additional chapter for the magic castle.
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Looking at how ten muscular men, dressed in ridiculous outfits, were running towards him headfirst, Xie Qing wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Scum."
He stretched out his hands in front of him. Xie Qing had recently learned a Dao technique that did not require proximity.
"Blood Snake Vortex," he whispered, curling his lips in distaste. "What a stupid name..."
In the next second, half of his Qi reserves were depleted, and a cloud of Qi flew out of his hand, quickly turning into a vortex.
"AAAAAA!"
If one were to listen closely... ah! What a beautiful and melodic singing!
"Ugh... so much blood..."
Xie Qing grimaced at the sight - the vortex had shredded the bodies of the bandits, sparing no flesh. In the end, after five minutes, all that remained of the group of active bandits were bones with small pieces of meat.