At the village entrance, the Village Chief stood with a group of trembling villagers, angrily glaring at the more than ten armored warriors across from them.
These warriors, each clad in silver armor and holding silver spears, looked at the villagers with utter disdain.
Compared to these villagers, they were far superior in both cultivation and equipment.
The royal family of the Moon Desolate Domain had issued a decree that civilians could not possess weapons, so the villagers only held sticks, wooden forks, and the like.
This is why the arrows in Zhuzi's quiver were all made from tree branches.
On the ground, a three-year-old girl with pigtails lay in a pool of blood, her tattered clothes stained red, her eyes still open. A woman in ragged clothing held the girl's body and cried in pain.
"Old fool, hand over your grain quickly, or don't blame us for being rude."
The leading soldier shouted at the Village Chief with disdain.
