His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

On the ground, which was haphazardly covered with dry grass and tattered leather, were seven or eight women, dressed in rags and with pale, emaciated faces, huddled together.

Most of them had blank stares and bore old and new wounds. Some were sobbing softly, while others were as unresponsive as wood.

In the innermost corner, the situation of one woman was particularly shocking.

Her clothes were torn so badly that they could barely cover her body.

Her exposed skin was covered with bruises and bloodstains, her hair was tangled in a ball, and her face was filthy, but her originally beautiful features could still be vaguely seen.

His hands were bound behind his back with rough hemp rope, and his ankles were tied with iron chains, the other end of which was tied to a wooden stake driven into the ground.

At this moment, she was struggling to lift her eyelids, her gaze unfocused as she looked in the direction the felt cloth had been lifted.

When her gaze swept over Mo Sangyu and Ya Zi, a faint glimmer of light flashed in her almost lifeless eyes.

His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

Mo Sangyu's gaze swept over the pitiful women, finally settling on the woman chained up in the corner.

She sensed the other person with her soul and felt a momentary emotional fluctuation, but quickly returned to deathly silence.

She probably thought someone was coming to rescue her.

Although the woman was filthy, it was clear that she was different from ordinary herder women.

Her skin became more delicate, and her facial features became more defined.

Presumably, she was a woman of high status before she was captured and brought here.

"What are you looking at!"

A bandit roughly shoved Mo Sangyu inside, a lewd grin on his face: "Don't worry, it'll be your turn soon..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ya Zi stepped forward from behind, drew a dagger from his waist, and slit his throat.

Silent, without a sound.

There wasn't a single unnecessary movement.

Blood gushed from the bandit's neck. He clutched his neck with both hands, his wide eyes filled with shock and fear.

He tried to shout, but no sound came out, and his body quickly went limp and collapsed.

The whole process took only a moment.

The women, their eyes glazed over, trembled at the sudden spurt of blood.

Fortunately, they were slow to react, otherwise they would have been terrified and screamed.

Mo Sangyu turned and glanced at Ya Zi.

Having grown accustomed to his meek, docile, and harmless demeanor, I almost forgot the bloodthirsty and ruthless nature hidden within him.

That's right.

That was the main reason she decided to take him away.

Ya Zi sheathed his dagger, noticing Mo Sangyu's gaze. The ruthlessness he had displayed earlier vanished instantly, replaced by a hint of tension and unease in his eyes: "He dared to push Miss, I..."

"well done."

Mo Sangyu praised them generously, then immediately turned to look at the women who had finally responded.

"Shh!"

She put her index finger to her lips and whispered, "Don't make a sound, and don't be afraid. I will save you."

The women huddled together, trembling uncontrollably, but they understood Mo Sangyu's words and desperately tried to hold back, not daring to make a sound.

The woman, chained up, had a glimmer of light in her eyes again.

Mo Sangyu walked towards her, his gaze falling on the iron chain binding her. His eyes narrowed, and the chain snapped.

The woman froze, looking down at her ankle that had suddenly regained its freedom, then abruptly looked up at Mo Sangyu, her lips trembling.

Mo Sangyu didn't give her a chance to speak. With a flick of her finger, she deftly severed the rope binding her back.

"Yazi".

She only called out once, and Ya Zi took off his outer garment and handed it to her.

Mo Sangyu was a little surprised, but she didn't say anything and simply draped the clothes over the woman.

"Can you move?" she asked in a low voice.

The woman nodded slightly, struggling to stand up, but due to weakness and being bound for a long time, her legs gave way and she fell down again.

Ya Zi stretched out an arm to support her.

He turned his head to one side, avoiding looking at what he shouldn't be looking at.

Mo Sangyu glanced at the other women: "Those who can move, get up by yourselves. Those who can't, help each other out and follow him. Be careful with your movements."

After saying that, she looked at Ya Zi: "Send them out first."

"Miss, what are you going to do?"

"I set this place on fire..."

"Miss, I can't escort them out by myself. Could you please help me get them out first, and then I'll come back with you and kill them all?"

This is the first time Ya Zi has "disobeyed" Mo Sangyu's order.

Mo Sangyu looked at Ya Zi, who lowered his eyes guiltily.

"Alright."

She nodded, not exposing his little scheme: "Let's go."

The women helped each other up, enduring fear and pain, and slowly stood up.

Although they were still afraid, their survival instinct and the hope of escaping gave them the greatest belief, supporting them to grit their teeth and persevere.

Mo Sangyu walked to the edge of the felt cloth, lifted a gap, and looked out.

The camp was very noisy, as if people were eating and drinking.

Several bandits were patrolling around.

"I'll go and deal with them."

With a swift movement, Ya Zi appeared behind several bandits, and with a swift stroke, he slit the throats of each bandit, killing them silently.

"You can go now."

"Um."

Mo Sangyu chuckled and looked behind her: "Everyone, be careful and follow slowly."

Ya Zi stood outside, observing the surroundings, and only walked to the back of the line after everyone had come out safely.

Mo Sangyu led the way at the front.

In places like this, she could lead people out even if she just closed her eyes and walked around.

However, these women were all too weak, so it took some time.

Fortunately, the bandits were drinking heavily at the moment, and the whole camp was noisy and chaotic, so no other sounds could be heard.

Finally, Mo Sangyu led them to the edge of the camp. After climbing over the low wooden fence, she pointed to the road ahead and said, "The rest of the way is up to you."

Aren't you coming together?

The woman, chained up, looked gratefully at Mo Sangyu and Ya Zi: "My name is Wu Ya, and I am the sister of Wu Mule, the chief of the Black Stone Tribe. You saved me. If you need anything, you can come to the Black Stone Tribe to find me. My brother will definitely thank you properly."

Umule's sister?

Mo Sangyu never expected that saving someone casually would bring such an unexpected reward.

What a coincidence!

"So it's Miss Wu."

Mo Sangyu immediately changed her mind: "I've long heard of your brother's great name, but unfortunately, I've never had the chance to meet someone like him..."

"You want to see my brother?"

Uya grabbed her hand and said sincerely, "Then why don't you come with me now? It's too dangerous here. We finally escaped with great difficulty. When we get back, I'll have my brother send people to surround and wipe them out."

By the time her brother sent men, the bandits had already moved on.

"OK."

Mo Sangyu readily agreed.

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly said, "Miss Wu, you go first and find a secluded place to hide and wait for us. I've lost something very important and I have to go back to get it."

Upon hearing this, Wuya nodded.

She really dared not stay here any longer.

"Then be careful."

After saying that, Uya and the group of women left without looking back.

Ignoring their injuries, they ran desperately forward into the night.

"Miss."

Ya Zi, who had been silent all along, finally spoke, his gaze sweeping across the camp. His voice remained submissive: "In a moment, you'll be in charge of setting the fires, and I'll be in charge of killing the people, shall we?"

"What?"

Mo Sangyu looked at him with a half-smile: "Don't you want me to get my hands dirty?"

Ya Zi: "..."

How come nothing can be hidden from Miss?

Those people are disgusting; their blood is filthy.

"Miss, please do as I say this time, okay?"

"There are quite a few of them."

"I can handle it."

"Okay then."

Seeing his determination, Mo Sangyu agreed: "You take the lead in the attack, and I'll set the fire. Let's finish this quickly."

"Yes, Miss." Ya Zi's voice held a hint of excitement.

The two quickly turned back.

Mo Sangyu circled around to the side of the camp, casually flicked his fingers, and a igniter appeared in his palm.

Felt, hay, and miscellaneous items all made the best fuel.

Flames shot up and spread rapidly.

Meanwhile, Yazi sneaked into the center of the camp like a ghost.

At that moment, the bandits were reveling and drinking around the campfire, completely unsuspecting.

The dagger flashed silently between the firelight and shadow.

Throat slitting, heart stabbing, every blow fatal.

He was like a ruthless killer, causing the bandits to fall one after another in their drunken revelry, without even having time to cry out.

The fire intensified, and thick smoke billowed out.

"Fire!"

Finally, someone noticed something was wrong, and the camp was thrown into chaos.

"What's going on? Quick, put out the fire!"

"How come so many people are dead? Oh no, enemy attack!"

In the chaos, the Yazi hunts even more efficiently.

His figure was elusive, and with the help of the night, he dazzled the bandits, making it impossible for them to pinpoint his location.

Mo Sangyu oversaw the operation from a high vantage point, occasionally intervening to eliminate a few who slipped through the net.

The burly man with the scar, amidst the flames, saw Mo Sangyu standing high above, his eyes filled with ferocity and savagery.

This woman had been pretending all along!

"Damn it, I'll kill you!"

The scarred, burly man was a skilled martial artist, already at the peak of the seventh rank.

However, for Mo Sangyu now, dealing with ordinary martial arts practitioners of his level is as easy as crushing an ant.

The scarred, burly man lunged at her menacingly, but Mo Sangyu's consciousness invaded his mind, allowing her to see the memories within his brain.

They burned, killed, looted, and raped women; they were truly heinous villains.

Such a person deserves the death penalty to atone for the sins he has committed.

A cold glint flashed in Mo Sangyu's eyes. She slowly raised her hand and gently grasped the hand of the scarred, burly man.

There was no dazzling light, no earth-shattering sound, only an invisible ripple spreading out.

The savage grin on the scarred man's face suddenly froze.

He remained poised to lunge at Mo Sangyu, only to feel a chilling coldness freeze his blood, muscles, and even his thoughts.

They stood frozen in place, unable to move.

Even his eyeballs couldn't move.

The firelight illuminated his face, making his expression of extreme terror appear even more ferocious and distorted.

Mo Sangyu lowered his hand.

"Click...click..."

The sound of ice cracking rang out one after another.

The scarred man's body resembled a shattered ice sculpture, with countless fine cracks appearing on its surface.

At this moment, he still retained a sliver of consciousness, his eyes filled with fear and horror.

The next instant, his body, along with the weapon in his hand, began to disintegrate and shatter bit by bit, eventually turning into dust and blood rain, which fell to the ground.

They died so badly that not even a trace of bone remained.

Amidst the sea of ​​fire, someone witnessed this scene, but before the terror could fully take hold, Ya Zi slit their throat with a single stroke.

For some of them, he didn't forget to gouge out their eyes with a knife before sending them to meet the King of Hell.

"Miss……"