"A heartless beast, not even a baby, bullying the weak and aiding the wicked, deserves to be torn to pieces and ground to ashes." These words were shouted, truly born of extreme rage.

The group of men stared at the arm and the bloodied head on the ground, their legs trembling and their faces turning pale. They wanted to turn and run away, but the burly man standing next to the leader quickly brought them back to their senses.

"Brothers, this little bastard took advantage of our momentary lapse in attention and suddenly rushed over and killed our leader! We can't let him get away with this; we must avenge him! Brothers, charge! Kill him!" This shout seemed to embolden the others.

Seeing Song Tantan's age, they realized it was an accident that she had managed to kill the leader. How could so many of them not be able to defeat him? Today, they were determined to chop him into mincemeat.

"Kill him! Kill him!" A group of burly men, brandishing knives, ran a few steps before their faces suddenly turned black and purple, and they collapsed abruptly.

Abao stood behind Ye Moxun, trembling. She had just witnessed the older young master throw a handful of powder at those men, and within moments, the group of burly men collapsed to the ground, dying without even a groan, their faces turning black and blood flowing from their seven orifices.

"He deserved to die." Ye Moxun coldly uttered four words.

"When a dynasty prospers, the people suffer; when a dynasty falls, the people suffer." Song Tantan suddenly thought of this line from Zhang Yanghao's poem and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Modern times are better; at least there is no killing. World peace is so precious, and it takes thousands of years of accumulation for later generations to achieve prosperity.

Only when ordinary people have enough to eat and wear can they have the leisure to sit back and chat online, arguing about everything and everything, indulging in all sorts of childish and immature behavior.