In the thick fence in a circle, in the center was a platform a few meters higher than the ground, and hundreds of orc men and women in the prime of life stood on it, leisurely looking at the surrounding pictures.

In the middle of the platform was a huge leaf that stood tall and obscured the sun, blocking out the not-so-hot sun.

A large stone chair was in the shadow of the leaves, and an old man with a gray beard was entrenched on it, with a faint majesty on his face.

Two young Terran women lay on him in a charming posture, their jade hands gently caressing his bare sturdy skin, and from time to time they caught the fresh fruits placed in front of the stone chair and on the stone table, and laughed and fed them into the goat old man's mouth.

A woman's clothes were half-exposed, and milky white liquid dripped into his gaping mouth, and he let out a grunt of satisfaction.

There are several strange-shaped spheres in front of him, faintly resembling human heads, and the old goat man sometimes digs out some white liquid with his own hands and feeds it into his mouth under the frightened eyes of many women around him.

Beneath the high platform, hundreds of ragged Terran youths were scattered under the fence, scared, fleeing in all directions.

Behind each crowd were three or five orc teenagers wrapped in animal skins.

They pounced on the emaciated Terran youths, bloodily killing them as they struggled.

The better ones are just to kill them and look for the next target.

The cruel ones even disemboweled, stripped the Terran youth who fell to the ground, ate the wilted heart, and drank the fresh blood.

Whenever this happens, the adult orcs on the high platform will cheer loudly.

This kind of scene occurs every ten years, and they have become accustomed to it, and even use it to select the warriors of the village.

Only under such cruel activity can the surviving Terrans be qualified to be their slaves, giving birth to another batch of playthings for their next generation.

Nangong Fan's pupils gradually filled with a trace of blood, and his fists clenched.

When the old goat man stripped naked and pulled the woman beside him into his arms at the scream, he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Die!"

Nangong Fan's body stepped out of the eaves, appeared on the high platform in an instant, and smashed out with a punch.

Violent spiritual power gushed out.

Nangong Fan's fist that rushed straight down, before it could touch the wide leaves, the leaves turned into countless fragments and danced in the wind.

There was a faint shadow of a thick giant bear floating behind Nangong Fan.

The bear king was furious, and blood splattered three feet.

Before the orcs on the stage could react, the fists that fell from the sky descended like gods.

A punch bombarded the most concentrated place of the orc clan, and before even the screams could be made, Nangong Fan crossed through the crowd.

Behind him were pillars of blood gushing everywhere, making Nangong Fan look like a god of war who had crossed out of hell.

With one punch, nearly a hundred adult orcs are left with only stumps left in the human world, and if anyone is in the mood to piece together the stumps, they will find that they can't piece together a complete corpse.

Nangong Fan's current strength, except for a few powerful planets in a galaxy, can almost learn to walk sideways with crabs, how can the people of the villages on the edge of the snake star resist it?

The fall of a hundred orcs made the other orcs react.

There was only one man in front of them who was shrouded in a black robe, and there was not a trace of blood on the black robe, and a terrifying momentum permeated from him, overwhelming the audience.

The audience was silent, and even the breathing of the orcs could be heard clearly.

Only the old goat man who was concentrating on his own thing had not noticed anything unusual.

With a perverted smile on his face, he just wanted to put his thick right hand through the heart of the woman in his arms, but he felt that his hand no longer listened to him, and a piercing pain welled up from his shoulder.

The old goat raised his head angrily, in this desolate corner village, he was the only king who deservedly deserved.

Who in this corner village doesn't know that when he is enjoying himself, even if the king of heaven Lao Tzu comes, he can't spoil his interest.

There are still people who dare to disturb the king's interest, don't they want to die?

What appeared in front of the goat old man was a figure completely shrouded in black robes, the figure was extremely thin in his eyes, at least in his heart, such a body, it was not a problem for him to pinch two or three at once.

It's just that this figure is completely different from the emaciated low-level orcs he had seen before, and the chill on his body, even if he just stood in place and didn't move, made him feel terrified from the bottom of his heart, which was the instinct of a beast.

A voice in his heart kept telling him that the person in front of him was not something he could provoke!

The old goat even remembered the person he had seen the most terrifying thing so far, that was the leader of the village and city on his side, and if he was the king of this corner village, that man was the only true god in this hundred miles.

But even the feeling that the true god gave him was not as strong as that brought by the guy in front of him.

The old goat man pondered in his mind for a long time, and he couldn't remember where he had offended such a living immortal.

As for the Terrans, he never thought that the Terrans would be suppressed in this space, like there are spirits in this star sea, and they only recognize the status of the Orcs, at least in his knowledge, there has never been a Terran who can reach his height.

"Senior, the little one doesn't seem to have offended you, right? Is there any misunderstanding?" A flattering smile hung on the goat's old man's face, and his originally gloomy old face wrinkled into a blooming chrysanthemum.

In front of the old goat, the black-robed man slowly raised his head, and at his angle, he happened to be able to see an expressionless face through the gap, but what made him stunned was that this face did not look even the slightest bit of the same race, but was somewhat similar to the inferior race Terran who was used as a toy to find fun and to enjoy food in his eyes.

Before he was stunned, the face of the black-robed figure slowly raised, revealing two ruthless eyes full of blood, which made him feel cold in his heart, feeling that he was dying, and subconsciously wanted to pull up the Terran woman who was pressed under him.

It's just that before he could make a move, the picture in front of him gradually solidified, and his chest ached slightly, and he found for the first time that the faces of the inferior races were still a little good-looking. There was still a deep doubt in the depths of his eyes, why was this inferior human race not suppressed by the orc star sea?

If there really is a hell in this world, he will have to go to Hades to ask for clarification in a while.

His head hung slightly, the snow-white in front of him, which he usually liked very much, no longer had the slightest attraction in his eyes, a sharp edge pierced out of his chest, his heart no longer beat vigorously, and his eyes widened weakly.

He still has a lot of life to enjoy, how can he be killed by the food he used to bully at will?

He still has too many questions, and he can't turn a blind eye!

At the moment when the goat old man lowered his head, the figure he saw in front of him slowly dissipated with the sparse wind, and an identical figure appeared behind him, holding a sharp black long sword in his hand, and a cold breath came to his face.

All the old goat saw was an afterimage. It is conceivable how fast Nangong Fan's movements are, which have exceeded his eyesight.

Nangong Fan ignored the orc clan next to him who gradually reacted, looking at the snow-white body that was pressed by the corpse of the old goat, he couldn't help frowning, the sword blade was slightly raised, and the sturdy body of the old man with the bull head was picked out of the stone chair with a little blood.

Nangong Fan gently pulled his other hand on his body, and the loose black robe was untied in an instant, enveloping the bodies of several scantily clad women curled up on the wide stone chair.

"Don't be afraid, it's right away. A warm smile rose on Nangong Fan's mouth, like the winter sun, warming several Terran women who were trembling but forcibly suppressed, and forced to laugh.

Their numb eyes had a touch of brilliance, and they made a hoarse sound, like a wild beast howling, Nangong Fan was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but shake his head, didn't he even know the language of the human race? Showing a kind smile at them, he turned around slowly, his face turned into a murderous indifference in the blink of an eye, facing the remnants of the orc villagers who had already reacted to the change.

"Whoa. ”

A voice that Nangong Fan couldn't understand sounded, and the originally respectful orc clan became extremely angry when they saw Nangong Fan's face that was very different from them, pointing and roaring, as if they wanted to devour Nangong Fan, the offending Shang clan, alive with a loud roar.

The orc race is more weak than the human race, and it is more naked in rank, not to mention that it is divided into three, six, nine and so on, it is not far behind, and no one dares to easily offend their superiors, which is an unforgivable capital crime.

And now, a person of a lower race who was good for nothing but delicious meat in their eyes dared to openly kill their orc race, which naturally caused them to be filled with righteous indignation.

Their simple minds could no longer care about the worlds of difference in each other's strengths, and they waved their fists that were hard in their eyes and rushed straight towards Nangong Fan.

There was a sneering and playful smile on the corner of Nangong Fan's mouth, if the human race had already turned into birds and beasts and fled here, how could he joke with his own life?

Nangong Fan didn't bother to think about the esoteric question of which of these two behaviors was better, but it didn't prevent him from wielding the long sword in his hand.

It was just a simple rush forward, and before they even touched the corner of Nangong Fan's clothes, Nangong Fan had already crossed their chaotic formation and appeared behind them.

Their steps continued to move forward according to their inertia, and after only two or three steps, they collapsed one by one, shaking the platform, dozens of tiny blood-colored fountains emerged, and a poignant blood-colored charm jumped on the ground.

Nangong Fan's eyes were filled with irrepressible bloodlust, and the slightest refreshment brought by the killing made him feel comfortable from the bottom of his heart, and his entire body trembled with the cold current that poured in from the tip of the sword.

Nangong Fan found that he was a little fond of killing! his eyes couldn't help but search for the next target indifferently.

The tremor of the platform finally attracted the attention of the young orcs who were ravaging the Terran teenagers below.

A slender figure stood in mid-air, like a god looking down on them.

Blood flowers appeared behind him, and Ling Ran's momentum came, but the young people of the orc clan did not feel the slightest discomfort, but their eyes were filled with endless fanaticism, with endless bloodlust and longing.

The Orcs' instinctive thirst for power is something that Terrans can never comprehend.

The young orc people who have not yet formed a complete world view, they all have a heroic dream of smiling and proud of the rivers and lakes, and the figure in front of them who can easily fly into the sky is synonymous with strength in their eyes, and such a person is worthy of their worship.

The ruthless killing fans dazzled their eyes, and they even put down the activities they were most looking forward to before, no longer chasing the human race youth, and turned their heads to Nangong Fan, regardless of the huge difference between humans and orcs, their mouths chattered, pious and fiery, as if they were worshipping the most noble god in their hearts.