Several elderly men stood up from slanted bamboo benches. Their eyes squinted, scrutinizing the unfamiliar figure descending from the sky with a group following behind him. Children hid behind their mothers' legs, and the women peeked from half-open doors. Silence filled the air, laced with a subtle tension that radiated from their cautious stares. However, after Xiao Tian spoke with the village elders, their expressions began to soften. Xiao Tian withdrew his oppressive aura and sat cross-legged before them, showing no signs of his cultivation. He listened to their stories, asked necessary questions, and conveyed his intentions without sounding commanding. Especially after hearing the testimonies of their rescued children. The children ran to their parents, hugging them while sobbing softly. Stories of cages, human traffickers, and how Xiao Tian had saved them one by one caused the old villagers to tremble. Some wept silently, while others simply bowed their heads, clutching their

After arranging accommodations for the people he had rescued, Xiao Tian bid farewell. He returned to the galactic center, specifically to Chang'an City. His purpose was clear—to wipe out the scum who called themselves the Black Desert Organization. His steps in the air were steady, his body wrapped in a calm power that merged with the wind. Xiao Tian's eyes were fixed ahead, unwavering, and his entire being seemed to transform into an unbendable line. He wasn’t just returning to Chang’an City; he was carrying a resolve to eradicate the root of corruption in a domain long abandoned by its rulers. What he didn’t know was that Xiaoxiao, the innocent-looking little girl, now stood in the void watching his departing figure. Nothing had changed about her face. Her round, clear eyes still radiated innocence, her cheeks were plump, and her small frame remained that of an ordinary child. Yet the space around her was no longer silent. A faint but terrifying pressure quietly rippled outward—n

Blood splattered in all directions, staining the clothes of the nearest members. Charred flesh, scorched by an unknown energy, clung to the banquet table. A severed arm remained on the chair's armrest, while the head was nowhere to be found. The explosion was clean, precise, as if the will to kill had manifested into an absolute blast. The metallic scent of blood quickly filled the air. The serving women stifled their screams, none daring to move. Their bodies froze in fear. Some covered their mouths, while others bowed their heads, not daring to look. Meanwhile, other members of the Black Desert Organization stood rigid. Some began stepping back slowly, but their movements were halted by the chilling aura enveloping the room. No one knew exactly what they were facing, but all of them realized—this was no ordinary child. In the next few seconds, the room turned into a field of tension. Those who had laughed moments before were now motionless, not even blinking. Their faces were tig

Xiaoxiao stared at him blankly. Her gaze held neither anger nor mercy. “Who I am is none of your business. What you need to explain now is this—why are you kidnapping people? Profiting from selling humans shouldn’t be necessary for you! After all, you belong to a Clan with limitless resources. The kind of treasures your men have been seizing should mean nothing to you, yet you still do this! Are you deliberately trying to cause chaos, or are you searching for a specific kind of body? The useful ones you keep, and the useless ones you sell.” Her tone remained light, but the weight behind each word landed like a heavy hammer. The atmosphere grew even more suffocating. The surviving members of the organization bowed lower. Their bodies trembled, and some could no longer stand. The masked man looked at the little girl with rising tension. In his panic, he tried to activate his bloodline power. His body shook violently as energy surged, forcefully breaking through rank boundaries. With

Her gaze pierced deep into the hearts of those still standing, their bodies trembling. There was no room for defense. No strength to lift their heads. Even now, the air itself seemed too afraid to flow in the presence of someone as exalted as Xiaoxiao. Silence wrapped around them like a death shroud that could never be drawn back. No sound. No whisper of wind. As if the universe itself understood that one mistake would trigger the end of life. Her hand moved again. With a single light sweep, all the divine rings floated off the fingers and bodies of the newly summoned members of the Black Desert. There was no resistance. No surprise. The rings seemed to sever their bonds with their owners, as if admitting they had pledged themselves to the wrong hands. They hovered in the air, spinning in a perfect spiral, casting circular shadows like a silent dance in the blood-stained sky of the hall. Their movement wasn’t hurried, yet it was precise—like a final dance of honor before their loyal