Snowfield.
Hundreds of corpses lay on the ground.
In the nearby camp, several kidnapped women huddled together, crying bitterly.
"That man will eat us."
"He killed all those bandits, we tied-up ones surely won't escape."
"That's right, I feel he's about to come and toy with us."
The women whispered fearfully.
Wu Xiaode stood in the snow, furrowing his brows.
Ladies, I killed the bandits who kidnapped you, how did I become worse?
Forget it.
This is all the power of the destiny system world.
Wu Xiaode waved his hand casually.
All the women's handcuffs and foot cuffs loosened.
"There is enough food here, plenty of horses too. Head south, and you will return to the town in half a day."
He said.
Looking back, among the bandit corpses were dozens of cultivators' bodies.
Clearly, they were from a minor sect.
Wu Xiaode couldn't be bothered to probe the thoughts of these cultivators.
