Chapter 1105

No one answered her question. General Ji Xia found these slaves very strange—how could this be? She turned and went to another spot, in front of a cage holding many female slaves, sliced through the cage door, and told them to leave quickly. Yet the women here only looked at her with doubtful gazes, without any move to rise and flee.

"Are you all willing to be slaves? Why won't you run?!"

General Ji Xia had nearly roared this at them.

No one on the continent wished to be a slave; anyone capable of supporting themselves would not wish to be a slave.

Naturally, the slaves here did not wish to remain lowly bondservants, yet… they were terrified—terrified that leaving the cage would only bring another bout of inhuman beatings and torment worse than death. If it were merely death, that would actually be a kindness to them.

But these slave traders were simply demons wearing human skin!

Abuse and bullying were the very source of their pleasure.

"．'Where did this little thief come from? Give it up—they don't have the guts to leave the cage, or the outcome will be far more cruel than death.'"

(Zhao Dehao) Did the guards get alerted this quickly? Or was the earlier noise just too loud?

General Ji Xia turned to look, her expression growing solemn. Her senses told her the fellow before her was a formidable foe!

He was a one-eyed mercenary, burly in build, his bared chest covered in all manner of vicious knife scars, a thick-backed broad blade shouldered in his hand, a cruel, savage grin on his face—what mattered was the martial artist's aura radiating from him!

Peak of the sixth rank! His strength was considerably greater than General Ji Xia's!

"Tch, let her get away?"

The one-eyed mercenary slowly rose from the pile of broken furniture, sensing that the opponent's aura was already beyond his range, and could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood-flecked saliva.