"Anyone else?"
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A hand. A foot. A rib. Even his tongue.
Piece by piece, the Song clansman was torn apart with deliberate cruelty, his life preserved just long enough for the suffering to linger.
When it finally ended, ten soldiers stood behind Xun Wei—robes soaked in blood, hands stained dark red. None of them looked away.
Eight Core Realm cultivators.
Two Profound Realm cultivators.
Xun Wei turned to Li Huxin and gave a single nod. She was satisfied. This was her team.
The assignment assembly was over.
At Li Huxin's command, the soldiers dispersed, returning to their respective camps to prepare for departure. Orders spread quickly, tents were dismantled, and formations reorganized.
Xiao Fang, however, remained behind.
Inside his tent, he was still attempting to absorb the seven-stone Heavenly-Grade, weapon-type soul crystal—his presence sealed away in seclusion.
Outside, Li Anru and Li Roh stood guard, silent and unmoving.
