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Zhou Kingdom, outskirts of the Capital City.
"Ah!"
A shrill scream suddenly echoed from the mountain forest.
Birds scattered in terror, flying away in all directions.
In the dense forest, Lan Gongliang grabbed the hair of a burly man and twisted his head off alive.
"This cult leader from the Huangtian Cult is nothing special."
Lan Gongliang, clad in ancient armor, spoke with a tone of cold disdain.
Behind him lay the broken bodies of numerous Huangtian Cult members, a scene of utter devastation.
Lan Gongliang casually tossed aside the head in his hand.
"Speaking of which, these Huangtian Cult members are really quite stupid, rushing in one after another. Who knows how many I've already killed, and yet they keep coming, heedless of death."
Standing next to Lan Gongliang, Wei Chengye said, "Sir, perhaps it's not that the members of the Huangtian Cult are stupid, but rather that we moved too swiftly—or maybe Lord Lan is just too powerful."