While eating noodles just now, Duan Yun had already observed, just as he had speculated, this secluded Little Lei City displayed a distorted ecology.
That is to say, the ugly ones held high status, while the good-looking ones were treated worse than dogs.
Just as the woman covered in whip marks said, in this city, being ugly naturally made one right, while being good-looking naturally made one guilty, often subject to the humiliation of the ugly ones.
He knew, the ti was about right.
At this mont, two crazy followers of Thunder were still dozens of steps away from him, he had already thrown a piece of silver on the table, and proactively approached them.
The noodle shop owner watched this scene, his eyes bulging.
He had been hoping that the two "Mr. Lei" would co over and find this "heretic" to eradicate this scourge, but he didn’t expect that the "heretic" would take the initiative to approach them.
Did he dare to provoke Mr. Lei like this?
At a distance of ten steps, the two Thunder crazies leading the "dog" had already seen Duan Yun.
Especially the woman, her eyes even flashed with lascivious lust.
Which fellow bought this little dog outside.
The next mont, she only felt her pupils occupied by a white light, then the eyes emitting lascivious light burst open.
A thin line of Sword Qi passed through her head.
The female Thunder Listener sensed the fear, she was just about to instinctively attack, when her vision suddenly changed.
With one eye, she saw her own headless body, then she realized her head had been cut off, held in the hand of this handso man.
What exactly happened?
She didn’t know.
Because she was about to die!
Nearby, the male Thunder Listener watched as the handso man, who suddenly stood beside him and suddenly chopped off his wife’s head, had his hair standing on end.
The next mont, his hair collapsed.
Due to the gentle knife’s body being extrely ungentle slapping down, it flattened his head to half its size, squeezing both eyes onto his nose.
Yet even so, he was not dead yet, his hands flailing about to hit Duan Yun, as if trying to flee.
Just as Duan Yun expected, these Thunder crazies had extrely strong resistance to penetrative and blunt trauma, they could still counterattack.
With a pfft, the body of Thunder crazy floated up a bit, struggled a mont, and then stopped moving.
A deathly Breaking Body Sword Energy as thick as a rod passed through his belly, pinning him in the air.
"Murder, murder!"
"Mr. Lei, Mr. Lei is dead!"
At this mont, the people around were scared and scattered away.
One of them with two iron flutes stuck in his head, was instantly turned into a sieve by Duan Yun’s Jade Sword Finger, falling to the ground.
Duan Yun walked to a nearby stall, flicked his hand, and pulled out the bamboo pole hanging the shop’s sign.
In the next mont, two Thunder crazies were strung onto the long bamboo pole by him.
Duan Yun moved forward, stabbing the bamboo pole again, skewering the fallen Thunder crazy onto it.
Afterward, he carried the "King Dumpling" long bamboo pole, with three corpses hanging from it, striding into the city center.
Inside a house, an ugly female shopkeeper was pinning a handso boy’s head between her legs, constantly rubbing and squeezing, eager to crush the boy’s head.
She could be a shopkeeper, enjoy such pleasures, not because she was capable, but because she was ugly.
Or rather, in Little Lei City, being ugly was the greatest skill.
While the ugly female shopkeeper was in a state of ecstatic reverie, she heard only a snap.
This sound seed to penetrate her head, and then her whole body was lifted up.
Only then did the shopkeeper realize that her face had been pierced by a bamboo pole, and her whole body had been hung up.
Suddenly, urine flowed everywhere; she wanted to scream, but the bamboo pole had just passed through her mouth.
She was like a fish skewered on a bamboo stick, unable to make much noise, only breathing heavily.
This was an extrely horrifying scene.
At this ti, the master of the bamboo pole, Young Hero Duan, swung the pole behind him at an angle, to avoid the urine splashing onto his back.
Snow had started to fall, Duan Yun threw a piece of silver to the nearby tailor shop owner who was frightened stiff and couldn’t flee, casually picked up a felt hat, and put it on his head.
In the snow, there was a Snow Temple ahead in Little Lei City.
He had kindly asked the enthusiastic crowd, the Sect Leader of the Thunder God and Mother Sect and the elites were there.
Thus, adorned with the felt hat, carrying the long bamboo pole strung with a string of ugly, wicked people, he headed straight for the Snow Temple.
His hands were a little shaky, not sure whether from excitent or nervousness.
At this mont, he even rembered the first ti he had annihilated everyone from Xuanxiong Gang.
Indeed, no matter how many tis one acts for heaven and annihilates a whole sect, the feeling is the sa.
Nervousness, fear, excitent, and the naivety unique to young heroes.
Ahead, the gate of the Snow Temple was already in sight, heaven or hell?
Young Hero Duan didn’t think too much, pushed open the temple door with one hand, tilted the bamboo pole, and walked in very politely...
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