49: Okay, I'll come to rescue you right away.

Xiao Xue never dreamed that with her appearance, she could actually gain the favor of the Palace Master's personal disciple.

She was in a daze the entire time.

"What is your name?" Wang Ming touched the space between his eyebrows; there, an extremely faint purple dot had appeared.

If one didn't look closely, it wouldn't be visible at all.

This was his harvest from this night.

Unfortunately, plundering the entire Legacy mark was not something that could be done overnight.

This matter still required long-term, diligent cultivation.

"In response to My Lord, this servant's name is Fang Qingxue." Xiao Xue hurriedly stood up and answered respectfully.

She didn't care about her current state at all.

"No need to be so formal. From now on, you can just call me Young Master." Wang Ming nodded and stood up to walk outside.

The moment he closed the door, he turned back to look at Xiao Xue. "Go back to bed, don't catch a cold."

Fang Qingxue looked down at her pink and fair toes, a hint of blush quietly creeping onto her face.

She stood there for a good while.

Only when she was certain Wang Ming had truly left did she scurry back under the covers.

Wrapping herself tightly in the quilt.

She took a deep breath, her face flushing; Wang Ming's scent still lingered here.

"Lord Wang Ming is a bit special." A different light sparkled in Fang Qingxue's eyes... Wang Ming went to the Mission Hall and then headed straight down the mountain.

Hundreds of kilometers away from Qingxin Palace, the Disha Mountain Range.

Wang Ming looked up at the mountain peak. "According to the Mission Hall's information, there is a group of outlaws on this mountain who specialize in human trafficking."

"Their leader, Collective Name of Two People, has the strength of the first level of Core Formation."

Wang Ming withdrew his gaze and stepped toward the mountain.

Meanwhile, at the mountain peak.

Inside a nameless stockade.

A group of ferocious-looking men were holding a bonfire party.

In the center of the area, a beautiful young girl was dancing with an extremely uncoordinated posture.

In the seat of honor, a dull-looking bald man was drinking wine while admiring the girl's dance, letting out lewd laughter from time to time.

On either side of him stood two thin middle-aged men who looked almost identical.

"This girl is Liu Xiaoqian, the daughter of the City Lord of Seven Treasures City. My Lord, my suggestion is to just play with her; don't cause any deaths," one of the thin middle-aged men said in a deep voice.

"Big Brother is right; I think so too," the other person nodded.

The lewdness on the bald man's face lessened slightly. "I know what I'm doing."

He stood up and laughed loudly, "Men, take this chick to my room!"

A burst of jeering immediately erupted from the crowd.

"My Lord, don't keep it all for yourself!"

"If you're eating meat, you have to let the brothers have some soup too, right?"

"This kind of top-tier beauty—even if we only get a taste once, it'll be worth it for a lifetime!"

The bald man cursed with a laugh, "You bastards, you even dare to set your sights on the woman I've chosen!"

"F*ck! You've got guts!"

"Don't worry, I'll taste her for you first. No one leave later; line up, everyone gets a share!"

Just then, a light chuckle suddenly rang out.

"Oh? Everyone gets a share? Then I want to be first."

This voice was extremely abrupt, leaving everyone present stunned.

The bald man's eyes instantly sharpened. "Who's speaking? Get out here!"

"Over there!"

One of the thin middle-aged men suddenly turned his head, pointing to the top of the tallest building in the stockade.

Everyone looked over at the sound.

Under the moonlight, a figure in a black robe stood atop the roof, eyes seemingly flashing with brilliance, long hair fluttering in the wind.

In his right hand, he held a sword, the tip pointing diagonally downward.

It shone brightly under the moonlight.

It was indeed Wang Ming.

"Kid, do you know where this is? How dare you act wild here! I think you're tired of living!"

The bald man grinned ferociously, leaped up, and lunged at Wang Ming with a claw-like strike.

Wang Ming's posture didn't change, but a flash of sword light flickered.

The bald man's hand, which was lunging at Wang Ming, flew off directly!

Blood splattered!

The bald man's expression changed drastically. Before he could even scream, a hand was already pressed against the crown of his head.

A cold light flashed in Wang Ming's eyes. "God Devouring!"

The bald man immediately let out a subhuman scream!

Wisps of gray mist emerged from the bald man's body, swirling around Wang Ming's hand and entering his body!

In his Sea of Consciousness, his Divine Sense wriggled and condensed into the shadow of a Taotie!

The Taotie shadow opened its abyssal maw toward the gray mist and sucked violently!

Countless wisps of gray mist instantly turned into a torrent and were swallowed by the Taotie shadow!

Then, from the Taotie shadow, wisps of pure Divine Sense drifted out and merged into the Sea of Consciousness.

In just a few breaths, the Sea of Consciousness expanded by a tenth!

As for the bald man, his screams had long since ceased. His body slumped, his insides hollowed out, like a walking corpse.

Wang Ming suddenly exerted force with his hand, and the bald man's body was instantly crushed into a mist of blood!

Below, everyone was already dumbfounded.

"The Lord... is dead?!"

"In just one encounter, that person actually insta-killed the Lord!"

"The Lord was a powerhouse at the Core Formation Stage!"

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted, "Quick... run!"

Boom!

That shout was like a signal.

The scene instantly erupted into chaos!

Everyone fled desperately toward the outside of the stockade.

"Even a mosquito's leg is meat, however small." Wang Ming licked his lips, his figure flashed, and he disappeared from the spot.

A moment later.

The entire stockade was shrouded in a layer of faint red mist.

Not a single intact corpse remained!

Wang Ming stood in the blood mist, his face full of excitement. "What a God Devouring Art; my Sea of Consciousness has actually doubled in size!"

But soon, his brow furrowed.

The information released by the Mission Hall said that the leader of this group, Collective Name of Two People, was at the first level of Core Formation.

But the bald man he killed was clearly only at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment!

Although there can be deviations in the Mission Hall's information.

But this deviation shouldn't be this large!

"Could it be... it wasn't him?" Wang Ming narrowed his eyes, and his Divine Sense spread out, instantly covering the entire stockade.

In the stockade, those still alive, aside from the terrified woman on the field, were only the "cargo" locked away.

Suddenly, Wang Ming's Divine Sense landed on a cell.

All the other "cargo" were squeezed into one cell.

But this one only had two people!

Wang Ming came to the front of this cell and looked at the two people inside. Their clothes were tattered and they were covered in filth, which indeed fit the image of "cargo."

"My Lord, save us!"

"As long as My Lord is willing to save us, we are willing to serve as beasts of burden for the rest of our lives to repay you!"

Seeing Wang Ming, the two immediately knelt on the ground in excitement and cried out.

A smile curled at the corner of Wang Ming's mouth. "Alright, I'm coming to save you right away."

The two glanced at each other imperceptibly, a flash of killing intent passing through their eyes.

With a clang, Wang Ming slashed open the cell door with his sword.

Joy appeared on their faces, and they were about to come out.

But at that moment, a flash of sword light suddenly lit up!

"Shattering Moon!"

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