The young man in the black robe stared at Carson Flores, his gaze turning a few shades colder. "You’ve got some nerve. You make it all the way here and still dare talk like that. Are you really not afraid of dying?"

Carson Flores smiled. "Look at the state I’m already in—how much worse can it get? But I don’t even know who you people are. I can’t accept that."

The young man in the black robe shot Carson Flores a cold look. "You sure ask a lot of questions. Break his legs."

The middle-aged man standing by nodded, turned around, and reached out with one hand toward Carson Flores. At the same time, his Domain Power erupted in an instant, trying to trap Carson and the others so they could be slaughtered at will.

Shirley Miller took a single step forward, blocking Carson Flores, and casually jabbed a finger out.

A point of light shot from Shirley Miller’s fingertip, instantly tearing the middle-aged man’s Domain apart, and in a flash the light was upon him.

The middle-aged man was greatly shocked. How could he have imagined Shirley Miller would be this ferocious?

Even though he had only made a casual move, for his Domain to be ripped apart head-on meant the opponent’s strength surpassed his own!

How was that possible?

Just how many years did this woman look like she’d cultivated?

How could she be this powerful?

The point of light slammed into his body, and his figure was sent flying backward, crashing down with a boom and caving in two camps behind him.

The sudden commotion alarmed the entire camp, while the young man in the black robe at the center of the tent abruptly shot to his feet, shock written across his face.

That personal Guard of his was a Peak Great Land Profound Immortal, and he’d actually been floored in a single move by this incomparably gorgeous woman?

The young man in the black robe said coldly, "Impressive skills. No wonder you dared track us into the camp. Looks like you really think you’ve got nothing to fear."

By now everyone in the camp had reacted, and they quickly rushed over.

Shirley Miller casually grabbed at the air, and the middle-aged man who’d just been sent flying was seized by an invisible force and hauled up, then smashed heavily into the ground in front of Carson Flores.

"Boom!"

The ground instantly collapsed, and the middle-aged man crashed into the bottom of the pit.

Though he had an Immortal body and wouldn’t be hurt that easily, he was in thoroughly sorry shape.

The middle-aged man struggled, just starting to get up, when a foot descended from above and stomped down from the sky.

"Boom!"

His whole body was driven straight into the ground, and Carson Flores casually pointed a finger. A streak of razor-sharp Sword Qi swept across his neck, opening a bloody line and shearing off a large clump of his disheveled hair.

"Care to tell me where you people come from?"

Everything had happened too fast. In just the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man had turned into a mangy stray dog beaten to the ground, utterly humiliated.

The young man in the black robe narrowed his eyes and sneered. "Looks like I really misjudged you. With that kind of posture, you don’t look like Loose Cultivators at all. Hiding your origins, are you?"

Carson Flores ignored him, fixing the middle-aged man at the bottom of the pit with a cold stare. "Your origins."

The middle-aged man’s face went ashen. Gritting his teeth, he raised his head. "If you dare lay a hand on me, none of you are getting out of here alive today!"

Carson Flores said nothing, merely giving an offhand wave with one hand.

An exceedingly domineering Sword Qi shot out in an instant, slamming into the middle-aged man’s skull.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man’s head exploded on the spot. Amid flying blood and gore, his Primordial Spirit fled in panic.

He had never imagined Carson Flores would attack the moment he said he would, without the slightest hesitation!

Were these people insane?

Were they truly not afraid of death?

The young man in the black robe was also stunned. When the middle-aged man got beaten earlier, he’d stayed calm, assuming Carson and the others just wanted to take a prisoner. He hadn’t expected Carson to strike so viciously, blowing the man’s head apart on the spot!

"Brat, how dare you!"

He roared in fury, slamming a palm toward Carson Flores.

In the blink of an eye, Shirley Miller appeared in front of Carson, likewise thrusting a palm out.

"Boom!"

The violent clash of Spiritual Power instantly tore the camp’s protective Formation apart, reducing everything nearby to fragments.

At the same time, Carson Flores’s pupils suddenly turned crimson, and two jets of True Solar Fire burst forth, falling in an instant onto the middle-aged man’s fleeing Primordial Spirit.

The Primordial Spirit was immediately engulfed by the True Solar Fire. The searing heat and terrifying Spiritual Power shockwave caused its glow to dim at once, and cracks began to spread all over it.

The middle-aged man was scared out of his wits and screamed in terror, "Young Master, save me!"

The young man in the black robe’s attack did nothing to save him, because Shirley Miller was holding the front line, blocking him firmly.

Within the Fiery Fire, the glow of the middle-aged man’s Primordial Spirit grew weaker and weaker. Web-like cracks raced across it, then it suddenly shattered, turning into a skyful of fragments.

The young man in the black robe no longer had his former composure. The other side had actually killed his own subordinate right before his eyes!

Not only had they killed the man, they hadn’t even spared his escaping Primordial Spirit!

Body and spirit annihilated!

From Carson Flores’s strike, he could clearly feel Carson’s ruthlessness. This was absolutely someone who killed without batting an eye!

He really had misread them!

After finishing off the middle-aged man, Carson Flores finally turned his gaze back onto the young man in the black robe. "Now can you tell me where you people come from?"