The giant metal bird hovered in the air dozens of feet above the ground.

A frivolous voice came from the head of the big bird: "You bastards, I'm here to bring you food and drink! You useless bastards, a bunch of trash! Last month you lost three games in a row and lost a lot of money! What else are you good for besides making shit?"

The man cursed viciously, and the big men on the ground had bloodshot eyes and gasped heavily.

Chu Tian looked up and saw a strange creature with long and pointed ears, half of its body sticking out from the top of the big bird's head, grinning and sneering at the people below.

"However, Master Duka is merciful. Even if you are all a bunch of trash, he will support you anyway!"

"You must be grateful and remember the kindness of Master Duka. You must win at least one of the bloody battles next month!"

Chu Tian had seen before, twenty strong men wearing heavy armor and holding sharp weapons, walking towards him with rumbling steps. Wherever they passed, thousands of men avoided them and made way for a wide road.

The twenty big men arrived under the big bird. The leading man took off his visor, revealing a face that was burned to pieces by highly corrosive substances. It was hideous and ugly like a ghost. He growled impatiently at the withered creature in the sky: "Shut up, Du Crow! We didn't play in the three consecutive losses last month. It's these idiots' incompetence. Don't involve us!"

"Food, drinks, pills, our portion, send it down quickly!"

"Oh, Boss Ghost Tiger, you came in person to pick up the things today? Haha, no problem, no problem. No matter how hungry these losers are, we dare not delay you, Boss Ghost Tiger!" Du Wuya laughed awkwardly, hurriedly put two fingers into his mouth, and blew a sharp and unpleasant whistle.

A crack appeared in the huge iron box on the big bird's claws, and a large amount of cold white mist spewed out from it.

With a few "clicks", a small iron box about ten feet long, wide and high was pushed out from the gap and fell to the ground with a sound of breaking wind. The heavily armored Ghost Tiger raised one hand and lifted the heavy iron box with ease. He glanced at the many silent men around him with disdain and turned away without saying a word.

"Hey, look at how cocky this guy is!" Chu Jie suddenly said, "If he were in Young Master Chu's territory, he wouldn't survive more than three days!"

Du Wuya, who was standing on top of the big bird, suddenly had a distorted face. He tried to hold back his laughter for a while, but finally couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Ghost Tiger, you still call yourself the best master in Blood Kill Castle. Hehe, what kind of shit dares to act so presumptuous in front of you?"

The ghost tiger, whose face was covered in blood and whose bones could be vaguely seen in some places, turned around and loosened his hands that were holding the iron box. With a dull thud, the iron box fell heavily to the ground, creating a half-foot deep hole in the ground.

"Boy, are you new here?" Guihu grinned, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth, and sneered at Chu Jie: "You have brought disaster upon yourself and your friends!"

Without any warning, the fourteen men who lived in the same fortress with Chu Tian knelt heavily on the ground and kowtowed to the ghost tiger. Their heads hit the ground heavily, making a dull bang, and soon their skin and flesh were torn apart, even exposing their pale forehead bones.

"You have brought disaster to your guys!" Guihu repeated his words seriously.

The companions behind Gui Hu took a step forward at the same time, and two or three of them formed a group and quickly spread out to the left and right, blocking all the retreat routes of Chu Tian and others.

Guihu noticed Chu Tian, ​​who looked almost identical to Chu Jie, except that he was slightly taller and had a slightly larger frame. He grinned, pointed at Chu Tian and said to Chu Jie, "You have brought disaster to your guys! However, I, Brother Guihu, have just broken through the Brain Refining Realm, and I've been in a good mood these past two days, so I'll give you a chance to live!"

Taking a deep breath with great intoxication, he looked at the burly men around him whose faces were cold but with a hint of fear. Gui Hu smiled appreciatively and said coldly to Chu Jie, "Is the pretty boy next to you your brother? Go, cut off one of his hands. Then, you and the burly men behind you, kneel down and swear to be my slaves, and I will let you go!"

Guihu narrowed his eyes and pointed at Hu Dali, Hu Xiaotian, Agou and Aque.

He has a very good eyesight. Aque's figure is still a little slender, but Hu Dali, Hu Xiaotian and Agou are all burly men over ten feet tall. Especially Hu Dali, who has reverted to his ancestral bloodline and has the bloodline of the Lingxiao White Tiger. His every move is extremely powerful and you can tell at a glance that he is an expert.

He wanted to subdue Hu Dali and others and use them for his own purposes.

But he was determined to make Chu Jie bleed a little to intimidate the other big men nearby. Therefore, he could only set his target on Chu Tian.

Chu Jie shrugged his shoulders, smiled frivolously, and said nothing.

Chu Tian took a step forward, looked helplessly at Chu Jie who had caused the trouble, and smiled gently: "I don't think it's good. It hurts to have a hand cut off. So, Brother Guihu, just pretend that you didn't hear what my brother said, okay?"

Guihu laughed. He raised the axe in his hand which was as big as a door panel and said in a cold voice: "What do you think? My reputation in Blood Killing Castle is built by countless heads! No one can scold me and still be safe! Do it yourself, or do you want me to help you?"

Chu Tian let out a long sigh, and then they all moved at the same time, in perfect tacit understanding!

Even Chu Jie, who had never cooperated with Chu Tian before, moved in tacit understanding.

Chu Tian shook his wrist and threw the ox-horn knife in his hand. A cold light rushed directly to the ghost tiger's face. Then he formed a seal with both hands and waved them outward. A gust of wind rose from the ground. The wind howled within a hundred feet and rolled up the dust.

It was pitch dark within a hundred feet radius, and the biting wind blew sand and stones onto people's faces, causing burning pain.

There were also wisps of bone-breaking cold wind that silently shuttled through the strong wind, like spirit snakes wrapping around the ghost tiger.

At the same time Chu Tian made his move, the Red Spirit Sword at Chu Jie's waist had already come out of his sword. Strands of almost tangible red sword light flew into the air with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, instantly piercing dozens of fatal acupoints on the ghost tiger's body.

Hu Dali and Hu Xiaotian roared loudly at the same time, and waves of explosive gas with strong demonic energy spread out in all directions, causing hundreds of big men around to vomit blood and fall to the ground, and were blown to the ground by the explosive gas.

Agou's mace created a gust of evil wind and he smashed at Guihu's companions, causing sparks to fly and "bang bang" sounds to appear. He smashed the big men so hard that they lost their balance and kept falling back.

Aque held a small crossbow in his hand, which continuously shot out extremely powerful poison-tempered arrows, which hit the exposed skin of Guihu's companions. Five or six big men were blinded by the wind and sand, and were hit on the hands by Aque's arrows. Soon their faces were covered with a faint layer of black air.