Return to the underground passage! Li Xianyue had an idea and dragged his friends towards the underground passage.

You can't run away, hehe! Five spiritual master-level orcs rushed forward immediately, but they did not stop Li Xianyue and his friends. Instead, they lowered their momentum and played with their friends.

Li Xianyue and his companions just immersed themselves in running and ignored the teasing of the powerful beast clan. They thought that as long as they entered the underground passage, their companions could at least deal with the beast clan for a while.

Stop it, you little human bastards! A middle-aged scribe who looked very much like the human race said, but the words he spoke were very arrogant and domineering.

Li Xianyue and his companions ignored him. This middle-aged scribe was also one of the five strong men standing in front. He must be a spiritual master-level cultivator of the Hualing Tribe.

Seeing that they were only about ten steps away from the exit of the underground passage, Li Xianyue and his friends nodded to each other, pulled Chen Luo and ran towards the underground passage.

Chen Luo breathed a sigh of relief at this time. The orc army had already arrived, which was enough to bury his friends here. He didn't want to watch his friends escape, so he deliberately delayed it a little bit.

The cunning little things are still dreaming of escaping from the hands of this deity!

Because of Chen Luo's delay, his friends were just one step away from the exit of the underground passage, but they were suppressed to the ground.

The five spiritual master-level orc cultivators were very angry. They felt that Li Xianyue and his companions were so disrespectful: they had already taken action, yet they still had the guts to escape.

At this time, they let go of all their momentum and deliberately pressed on their partners, both to punish them and to force them to bow their heads.

The companions gritted their teeth. It was too uncomfortable to have the Spirit Master level pressure on them, let alone five of them. It was difficult for the companions to even breathe.

However, Li Xianyue and his companions still looked at the five spiritual master-level orc warriors and the group of orc cultivators behind them with calm expressions. Compromise was completely impossible.

The partners all knew in their hearts that the most important thing now was to take advantage of the time when the powerful beast tribe relaxed their vigilance, so they immediately entered the underground passage and waited for an opportunity to circle around with the beast tribe.

Little ones, accept despair, I will never give you another chance to jump up and down.

The middle-aged scribe seemed to have spent many years in the human race and knew the temperament of the human race very well. He could see what his friends were thinking at a glance and simply interrupted their hopes.

Well, little ones, aren't you panicking? The middle-aged scribe saw that his friends couldn't escape, but his expression didn't change, and he seemed very dissatisfied.

It is impossible for the human race to surrender to the orcs. The orcs have known this for a long time and will not think that their partners will surrender now.

However, the middle-aged scribe just likes to watch the human race panic, so that he can make fun of the human race for fun.

The friends only wanted to delay as long as they could, but still ignored the middle-aged scribe, which made the middle-aged scribe feel very boring.

The middle-aged scribe competed with his companions and insisted on forcing his companions to panic. The companions were happy to see the result, so they ended up fighting the middle-aged scribe.

Miao Zhonghuai! Hurry and torture that little fat man!

Chen Luo watched the middle-aged scribe take it upon himself to play the game. He stopped doing business for a long time and had no choice but to use his mental strength to urge the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe glanced at Chen Luo impatiently. He couldn't understand why Chen Luo stayed among his friends if he didn't come out to punish the little fat man since his friends had been caught.

From its point of view, there is no need to hide and tuck it in now. It can just take down Li Xianyue. There is no need to make it so troublesome.

Chen Luo did not explain the reason to the middle-aged scribe, but urged the middle-aged scribe several times, and the middle-aged scribe had no choice but to comply.

Of course, Chen Luo would not tell the middle-aged scribe that he had been embarrassed by the fat man countless times along the way. He just wanted to watch the little fat man being tortured miserably.

In Chen Luo's view, as a spiritual master-level member of the ten major clans, those experiences he had not taken advantage of were all shameful pasts, and there was no need to tell them before spreading them to the orc clan.

The middle-aged scribe called two spiritual king-level experts to drag the little fat man out and threw him to the ground, as if he was throwing away trash.

The little fat man said nothing, and took the opportunity to wink at his friends, telling them to leave him alone and wait for an opportunity to escape back to the underground passage.

The middle-aged scribe seemed to like playing very much. Instead of beating the little fat man until he was half crippled, he started playing again.

The middle-aged scribe lightly hit the little fat man's face with small spiritual energy balls, one on the left and then one on the right, having a great time.

Haha, this is the thirtieth time I’ve hit the target. I’m so awesome.

The middle-aged scribe praised himself vigorously. His expression and movements did not look like an adult spiritual cultivator at all, but rather like a playful orc cub.

The middle-aged scribe had the intention of playfully insulting the little fat man, so he didn't use much force. However, the little fat man's face still became swollen despite the repeated use.

Perhaps he has already experienced the pain of losing his parents, and the little fat boy has become much more mature, but he is not angry, so as not to let the middle-aged scribes find happiness in it.

But there were still tears in the little fat man's eyes. Naturally, he was not in pain, but because he was sad that his whole family had fallen into the hands of the hateful beast tribe.

Hum hum, you damn fat man, if you try to restrain me again, won’t my orcs take back double the amount!

At this moment, Chen Luo saw how miserable the little fat man was being humiliated by the middle-aged scribe, and his heart became very happy. He suddenly discovered that the middle-aged scribe's method seemed to be very good.

Hey, this little thing will be dead in just a short time without being beaten. The middle-aged scribe smiled and said to the orcs around him.

The surrounding orc cultivators pointed at the little fat man and said that scum like the little fat man should be eaten as food for the orcs.

No, no, no, I haven't had enough fun yet. I'll give it to you when I have enough fun.

The middle-aged scribe shook his head quickly, stopped the impulsive orc cultivators, and continued to play the so-called game.

Although the middle-aged scribe said that the little fat man's face was almost useless, he still stared at the little fat man's face, as if he was very keen on humiliating the human race.

At the end, the little fat man's face kept bleeding, but the middle-aged scribe continued to play until the little fat man couldn't help but fainted.

Li Xianyue and his friends also competed to replace the little fat man, but the middle-aged scribe received a message from Chen Luo and ignored his friends.

Tear him apart! Seeing that the little fat man was useless, the middle-aged scribe angrily threw the little fat man into the group of orc cultivators behind him, and issued a cruel order.

However, the orc cultivators just trampled the little fat man under their feet and did not tear him apart immediately, as if they were waiting for the next signal.

The middle-aged scribe looked at Li Xianyue, the meaning in his eyes was obvious, and Li Xianyue understood it at a glance.

From the beginning to the end, the attention of the orcs has been on him as the possible master of the Crescent Moon Blade. The little fat man only received this humiliation because he annoyed Chen Luo.

Li Xianyue regretted a little. She shouldn't have let the little fat man know that Chen Luo was from the Hualing Clan, otherwise there wouldn't have been such a tragedy.

Where is Master? You promised to wait for us here, but why haven’t you come yet?

Li Xianyue couldn't help but feel anxious at this time, hoping that Venerable Yuan could lead the soldiers from the south camp to rescue the poor little fat man.

But Li Xianyue glanced at the horizon, but there was no sign of Lord Yuan at all, and she couldn't help but feel a little desperate.
Chapter completed!