Upon hearing this, both the man and the woman stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
The men surrounding the woman, who were about to grope her, seemed to take it all in stride, casually responding before continuing to reach out their predatory hands.
Ye Shuang could no longer tolerate it. These people no longer deserve to be called human. Even when they were hungry and in dire straits, they could still casually talk about cannibalism. It was clear that they had already eaten many children. They deserved to die!
The spiritual energy within her body naturally surged into her hands along with her emotions, and the bell on her wrist instantly grew to the size of a fist, emitting bursts of blue light.
Ye Shuang threw the bell into the air, and instantly, a thick fog centered on her spread throughout the entire village in the blink of an eye.
This not only stunned the villagers, but also the bandits who were about to break down the door.
"How dare you make a disturbance in my place of quiet cultivation!" A majestic voice resounded in everyone's ears, seemingly both close at hand and far away, its power deafening.
"It's an immortal! There's an immortal in this village!" a particularly thin-looking man suddenly shouted.
Another burly man slapped him on the head and said disdainfully, "Immortal? If there are immortals, how could we have fallen to such a state? I don't think they are immortals at all, but rather someone pretending to be a god or a ghost."
This person seemed to be the backbone of the group. As soon as he spoke, the others felt relieved and, like him, ignored his voice and continued banging on the door.
Hearing the constant banging on her own yard, Ye Shuang made up her mind. She had given this group one last chance. Since they still wouldn't back down, then they shouldn't blame her for being ruthless.
With a flick of her wrist, the bell in mid-air transformed into a long sword, which flew out of Ye Shuang's small bedroom and disappeared into the mist, rushing towards the house that had been first broken into at an extremely fast speed.
Qing Xinling and Ye Shuang are of one mind and can transform into all kinds of weapons. They are also more energy-efficient to use. Moreover, they are just a group of mortals who are powerless to even kill a chicken. How dare they provoke her?
Ye Shuang closed her eyes, her divine sense firmly locking onto everyone. She didn't have much spiritual power left, so she needed to resolve this as quickly as possible!
Following Ye Shuang's guidance, the longsword was drawn. A flash of light appeared, and the men surrounding the woman clutched their necks in disbelief, unable to even utter a sound to warn others, before collapsing to the ground.
Blood slowly spread from beneath them, eventually reaching the feet of the man holding the child. He was stunned by this impossible scene until a long sword was brandished at him, signaling him to put the child down. Only then did he dazedly release his grip. He was about to beg for mercy, but before he could utter a sound, a bloody gash appeared on his neck as well.
The man and woman quickly picked up the terrified child, not even daring to close the gate, and hid inside the house with the child in their arms.
The fog in the village grew thicker and thicker. Where you could see clearly ten steps ahead before, you could no longer see anything beyond five steps.
The burly man looked around warily, wanting to shout, but the strange sounds of bodies falling to the ground around him made him afraid to even speak. What was going on?
"Zhuangzi? Yuanzi?" he called out tentatively.
"Ah—" A familiar, urgent sound flashed by, and the burly man recognized it as Yuanzi's voice.
He ran a few steps toward the direction from which the sound came, only to see two people lying on the ground.
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