Volume One, Chapter 35: The Mad Zhao Wuji Slaughters Every Minor Alternate Dimension!

"I don't want to die! Wuwuwu—" Xia Yumeng burst into tears, clutching her cousin tightly. She felt that her life was truly coming to an end. Xia Mengying patted her back gently, feeling equally helpless.

The fact that Qin Tanlang and his men dared to massacre people here meant they held absolute tactical superiority. Otherwise, if the beast tamers in this pocket dimension joined forces to strike back, Qin Tanlang’s group would have been wiped out without a place to bury their bones; they wouldn't have dared to slaughter so brazenly.

Xia Mengying’s analysis was spot on. Qin Tanlang was a notorious bandit who drifted from place to place committing crimes, fearing no retaliation from the Rose family. He calculated that if he acted fast enough, the Rose family would never even know that Xia Mengying and her companions had perished at his hands.

Zhao Wuji hadn't been worried about exposure at first, but upon realizing that the commotion was too great and might be discovered and leaked by others, the young master of the Northwind Zhao family hardened his heart and decided to silence everyone in this small pocket dimension.

Quietly disposing of Xia Mengying in the shadows was one thing, but a blatant, large-scale massacre was another. Once the Imperial Capital’s Rose family learned of their deeds, they would send experts at level 60 or higher, at the very least, to ensure that not even a single guard dog of the Northwind Zhao family was left alive.

Qin Tanlang had initially disagreed with Zhao Wuji’s proposal. Why would he do such a thankless, stupid task? The Zhao family’s roots were in Northwind City—the monks might run, but the temple couldn't. He, on the other hand, could just walk away; he had no such concerns.

However, as things progressed, Qin Tanlang joined the killing spree led by Zhao Wuji and Su Longtao. The reason was simple: Su Longtao of the Blood-Slaying Hunter Squad had found the long-hidden Rose Treasure in this dimension, but he could not break the barrier surrounding it. Su Longtao intended to use a Blood Sacrifice Demonic Array to forcibly shatter the barrier and claim the treasure.

Zhao Wuji already intended to start a massacre, so his and Su Longtao’s plans aligned perfectly. Qin Tanlang had previously been unwilling to kill the innocent largely because he felt there was nothing in it for him. But now, the situation had become incredibly lucrative. Regardless of what was hidden in the Rose Treasure, even if he only received a third, it would be a staggering fortune!

Furthermore, Zhao Wuji and Su Longtao had promised that any beautiful female beast tamers captured during the slaughter would be given to him first. Qin Tanlang was both greedy and lustful; with massive wealth and a steady stream of beauties being delivered to him, he was naturally willing to join the venture.

Zhao Wuji, Qin Tanlang, and Su Longtao had gone all out, each calling nearly eighty beast tamers to assist. At the exit of this pocket dimension, a hundred beast tamers were now standing guard, blocking the way completely. The three of them, each leading a team of over forty, were conducting a carpet-style massacre in every corner of the dimension.

There was a small, wasteland-like city in this pocket dimension. Qin Tanlang stood on the balcony of a residential building, drawing his bow and casually shooting down any fleeing beast tamers or their beasts within his line of sight. From the room behind him, shrill, agonizing screams of women echoed from time to time, making one’s skin crawl.

While nonchalantly drawing his bow, Qin Tanlang instructed his right-hand man, Old Wang: "Old Wang, go inside and tell Black Bear to take it easy. Don't play that short-haired beauty to death."

Old Wang nodded with a wooden expression.

Qin Tanlang continued: "I noticed that Su Longhao, the younger brother of Blood-Slaying captain Su Longtao, has his eye on that woman. But since I wanted to taste her first, he didn't dare compete with me." He grinned, cruel and smug. "Now that I've had my fill, it’s time to leave some scraps for Su Longhao. Tell Black Bear to show some restraint—keep that girl for Su Longhao to enjoy slowly."

Old Wang said nothing and turned to walk into the room. In truth, Old Wang wanted to die. Although he was no saint and had plenty of blood on his hands, there were countless scoundrels like him across the globe; the various garrison offices and beast tamer associations couldn't manage them all. But this time, they were truly playing with fire. The moment word leaked out, they would instantly become public enemies of every beast tamer in the world—the sins they were committing were simply too monstrous.

Part of the reason Qin Tanlang hadn't participated in the massacre initially was that Old Wang had been trying his best to dissuade him. But now, nothing could be done. At this point, Old Wang knew that staying any longer meant certain death. A single thought consumed his mind: find a chance to use his old specialty—run for it! Staying with these bastards would definitely lead to a gruesome end.

Thinking this, Old Wang walked into the room. He soon saw the short-haired woman Qin Tanlang had mentioned—Zhou Meiting. She was lying in the corner of the room, barely clothed, covered in blood, her eyes rolled back, gasping her final breaths.

Before Old Wang could get close, several men resting nearby teased him: "Old Wang, you're late. This dame was just given a brutal kicking by Black Bear—he almost tore her to pieces. She’s done for."

Some of the more animalistic ones laughed weirdly: "Who says Old Wang is late? There’s still a warm spot left! Go on, Old Wang, take her while she's still warm, ha-ha!"

Old Wang ignored their banter. He realized Zhou Meiting was hanging by a thread and clearly wouldn't last long, so he turned to leave. But perhaps it wasn't her time to die; just then, she caught her breath. Dazed, she seemed to glimpse Old Wang and instinctively reached out a blood-stained hand toward him, whimpering in supplication.

Old Wang paused, his brow furrowed, looking at her with a complex expression. After a few seconds of hesitation, he spat on the ground: "Damn my luck."

With that, he took a large black cloak from his beast tamer ring, wrapped it around Zhou Meiting, hoisted her dying body onto his shoulder, and strode out of the room. He did not return to Qin Tanlang to claim credit; instead, he took a precious healing potion from his ring, forced it down her throat, and quickly vanished from the sight of the others.

Three days later, in a remote valley, Old Wang chewed on a piece of compressed rations provided to beast tamers. These rations not only sated hunger but also helped restore a tamer’s energy and mental power to some extent.

Thanks to the bottle of healing potion Old Wang had fed her, Zhou Meiting had clung to life. However, Old Wang was no saint; before she had even fully recovered, he subjected her to the same things Black Bear and the others had done. Yet, he did not imprison her—if she wanted to leave, he wouldn't stop her. He hadn't expected that no matter how he treated her, she would refuse to leave.

Old Wang glanced at Zhou Meiting, who was sitting quietly in the distance, tossed her a bag of rations, and said coldly: "Why haven't you left? I saved your life; don't tell me you've fallen for me?"

Zhou Meiting caught the food, slowly tore open the packaging, and began to eat with an expressionless face. Her voice held no emotion: "As long as I don't die, I will eventually slaughter every one of you animals." She looked up, revealing eyes that were hollow yet filled with hatred. "As for why I haven't left—being tortured by you alone is better than being trampled by a thousand others."

Her words didn't anger Old Wang; instead, he was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter, his voice carrying an indescribable tone. After laughing for a long time, he finally stopped, staring at her with a look that was complex and cruel: "Hey, woman, I have the gift of prophecy. I just saw one of your countless futures—in that future, you become a level 50 powerhouse through the very means you despise the most."

Old Wang paused, shifting his gaze from her pale, numb face, his voice sounding uncharacteristically obscure: "Consider this prophecy my parting gift to you. I will now use a special method to escape this place; don't follow me anymore."

With that, he stood up slowly and turned to walk out of the valley.