The four people slumped in the snow looked at each other and were silent. Sikong Haoxuan smiled on his face, catching a blonde warrior in the air and swung it towards the thick Han Song. Two black lights passed through the warrior's pipa bone and nailed him to the Han Song. The friction between metal and bones made people itchy in their hearts.

The bright red blood slid into the snow with the tree trunks, looking so dazzling. The warrior was obviously a professionally trained warrior. His face was distorted by severe pain, but he still didn't make a sound.

Sikong Haoxuan stood up and walked to the warrior, "It's really like, but can you really compare to the successor of the Chinese wizard?"

Everyone around looked at the warrior who was nailed to Han Song by two butchers. Although they didn't hear what Sikong Haoxuan was muttering clearly, the narrow and sharp dagger in Sikong Haoxuan's hand made everyone feel an inexplicable chill.

The clothes on the warrior were shattered under a few strands of sword lights, "It's been a long time, I'm unfamiliar." The cold dagger pressed against the warrior's skin. The warrior, whose eyes were full of fear, trembled and glared at Sikong Haoxuan.

"What a similar look." The dagger drew a perfect curve in front of the warrior's chest. Until the warrior's eyes, the dagger gently bounced, and his eyes fell into the snow, adding a little brightness to the snow.

Beichen, Nanxing, Baron, Lan Miller, and Deckney and Gou You who had just arrived, were the first time they had seen Sikong Haoxuan in such a state. They were so peaceful that it was scary. The huge contrast between their expressions and actions made them feel a strange coldness in their hearts.

Internal force comes out with the knife, closing the warrior's bloodline. In the hollow of his eyes, not much blood flows. "It's different to have internal force, otherwise blood will splash around and destroy the overall beauty." Some things that have been around for a long time arose in Sikong Haoxuan's heart.

The pale-faced warrior was sealed with acupuncture points, and even screams that could relieve pain were not heard. His pale face, bright red blood holes, and perfect curves formed the beginning of a sad and beautiful pattern.

"You crazy man, don't torture him. You have to know what, I'll tell you!" The mage tied up on the snow struggled, and the white robes rolled in mud.

"Nan Xing." As Sikong Haoxuan said, Nan Xing raised his hand to close the mage's acupoints, and the mage calmed down. Judging from Nan Xing's successful sealing of the human acupoints, he had at least reached the Xiaoyue level in the continent, because only by entering the Xiaoyue realm can he transform the explosive Dou Qi produced by his muscles into softer, just like Xiaoyue in the night sky.

Sikong Haoxuan did not look back and smiled at the warrior in front of him, "I don't need them to say it, I hope you can tell me."

The warrior who twitched due to the pain nodded to Sikong Haoxuan. Although Sikong Haoxuan wanted to ignore his behavior, he still untied his closed acupoints.

"We are a small group of thieves, and want to steal your weapons..." Before the warrior could finish his words, the sharp dagger drew a curve on his snow-white upper body again, and the two blood lines were perfectly intertwined, "Continue." Sikong Haoxuan was very satisfied with the warrior's answer. If he continued, he might complete his first work in this world.

The pain of the blood line was completely covered by the pain of losing the eyeball. The warrior just groaned, but Sikong Haoxuan's soft smile, sharp dagger, and two perfect blood lines on his body put huge psychological pressure on him. The willpower condensed in his remaining eyes began to dissipate. "We, we are directly under the Sachs Military Office, and are mainly responsible for assassination, spy, and sabotage and other actions behind enemy lines."

"Military Affairs Office? How could they know the news that the dead camp entered the mountain? How could they be interested in a small prisoner camp?" Sikong Haoxuan wiped the bloody dagger clean on the warrior's upper body.

The only remaining eyeball of the warrior moved nervously with Sikong Haoxuan's dagger. "The source of the information from the Military Operations Department is not something we can know at all." He looked at Sikong Haoxuan's face and added in fear: "But we heard from our captain that someone in the upper class of your Golden Empire cooperated with us, and this operation was also carried out at his request."

Sikong Haoxuan was a little surprised, "The message was conveyed so quickly, I only left for half a day." The sharp dagger disappeared in his hand, "Who is your captain."

The warrior glanced at the mage behind Sikong Haoxuan. Sikong Haoxuan stood up in his eyes, "Balon, take this mage with us, let's go."

Although everyone was unwilling to let go of the three remaining people, no one dared to speak at this time. He followed Sikong Haoxuan to leave the place and left north. After walking for a while, Sikong Haoxuan stopped, "Gouyou, go and send them a ride. I heard that your black silk can tattoo the bones of living people."

When Gou You left, Sikong Haoxuan looked at Beichen beside him with a confused look and smiled, "Gou You's skills are too delicate. Only after I leave can he concentrate on his work."

Beichen looked at Sikong Haoxuan's smile and couldn't help but shudder, lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, "Amitabha, sin, sin."

Baron and Lan Miller, who were standing beside Beichen, looked at each other and thought to themselves, "What does Amitabha Buddha mean? Why does this monk feel so weird?"

A series of shrill screams came from behind everyone, interrupting the thoughts in the hearts of the two orcs. Sikong Haoxuan seemed to close his eyes and admire for a while, turned over and shouted: "Let's go."

More than two thousand soldiers of the Death Camp followed Sikong Haoxuan and rushed northward.

In the woods, the black silk in Gou You's hand stretched and contracted at an extremely fast speed. In a moment, dense bleeding spots appeared on a warrior. If he took out his bones at this time, he would find that on each of his main joints, the black silk was penetrated by the bones and spurted into two words "death camp".

Gou You's technique was indeed quick and fast. Shortly after Sikong Haoxuan left, he finished dealing with the remaining three warriors, quietly watching the warriors rolling on the ground for a moment, slowly calculating the range Sikong Haoxuan could appreciate. When he was sure that Sikong Haoxuan could not hear the screams of the three of them at this time, he shot black silk into the middle of the eyebrows.

After the three warriors died, the colorful filaments tied to them slowly contracted and disappeared.

Gou You looked at their bodies, and felt unbearable on his face. He gently closed their eyes before their eyes closed and flashed away from the woods.
Chapter completed!