Chapter 371: The Holy Son of Dongrong

Chapter 371: The Holy Son of Dongrong

Not everyone had returned; only five did.

But the stench of blood they carried was thick and heavy, clinging to their presence and assaulting the nostrils.

The voices of the men were like boiling water, hot and restless.

Su Youyue remained on her camel.

However, when she met the restless gazes directed at her, the calmness on her face began to crack. She lowered her head, avoiding their eyes, and focused only on her hands.

"Is this woman the general's woman, Hu Sang?"

"I don't know," Hu Sang grunted, his voice rough and muffled as he slapped the man beside him. "When we return to Dongrong in a couple of days, there will be plenty of women. The women of Great Shen are delicate and weak. What does it matter? We must take good care of those the general has brought with us."

Although Su Youyue understood the implications of Hu Sang's words, she still felt a deep sense of unease. Facing so many robust men, she found it hard to feel safe.

Yet, she could not resist as Hu Sang took the reins of her camel and led her toward the oasis.

Upon reaching the oasis and seeing the youth she despised the most, the tension that had been building inside her finally eased.

Tobag Xiao was a madman, a ruthless killer.

She, Su Youyue, was also a madwoman, one who cherished her life.

But compared to being humiliated or touched by any man other than Xie Yuan, she would rather be killed directly by Tobag Xiao.

At least, Tobag Xiao had no designs on her.

She never thought that someone who once terrified her could bring her even a sliver of security.

"Holy Son, you certainly made this general search long and hard."

The youth did not look at her; his laughter was wild and deranged. He reached out and slapped the face of the man kneeling before him, an act filled with humiliation.

Hearing this, Su Youyue was stunned and looked toward the man and woman kneeling on the ground, both covered in blood and with disheveled hair hiding their faces.

Tobag Xiao suddenly exclaimed, "I just remembered, you've already slept with this woman, haven't you? Can you still be called the Holy Son?"

The man before him did not respond, but Hu Sang spat out in hatred, "Of course not! Now he's nothing but a bastard, unworthy of being our Holy Son of Dongrong!"

"Go, lift up the head of the whore who dared seduce our Holy Son. Let me see what kind of beauty made the Holy Son forsake his country for her," Tobag Xiao sneered coldly.

Upon hearing this, Hu Sang stepped forward and forcibly lifted the head of the woman who had been looking down, yanking her hair without any gentleness.

The woman's face was neither particularly beautiful nor ordinary. Her wheat-colored skin, amber eyes, and long lashes gave her a typical look of some minority tribes in Dongrong, a natural, primitive beauty. Yet, her demeanor was gentle. At that moment, her hair, soaked in blood, clung to her face, making her look pitiful despite her disheveled state.

Almost instantly after Hu Sang lifted her face, the man, who had been motionless, suddenly raised his head and glared furiously at Tobag Xiao. "Tobag Xiao! If you want to kill me, do it now!"

At this point, the man clearly realized that these people would not let them live, so he sought only death.

It was then that Su Youyue finally saw his unusual red eyes. Not the whites, but the pupils themselves were red, making them appear blood-red when he glared at Tobag Xiao.

Seeing his fury, Tobag Xiao laughed loudly and stepped forward, delivering a kick to the man's chest.

A crunch echoed as the man hit the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Tobag Xiao showed no pity, looking down at him as if he were a mere ant. "From the looks of it, this woman doesn't seem special. Hu Sang, why don't you and your men test her for me and see what makes her so captivating to our once emotionless Holy Son."

Hearing this, the man's eyes turned bloodshot, and he struggled to rise.

The woman beside him also struggled desperately.

But Hu Sang, as if receiving a reward, laughed heartily and beckoned the men behind him.

After the slaughter, the men's emotions were still raging, and they needed something intense to fill the void. Hearing the call, they rushed toward the woman.

"Don't..." The woman cried hysterically, but she could not resist the strength of so many men. She was pinned to the ground, her body convulsing like a taut rope, her eyes filled with despair as she looked at her beloved.

With a tearing sound, her clothes were ripped open, exposing her back.

To the men, her struggles were insignificant. They were men, and their natural strength overpowered her. The humiliation and abuse were overwhelming, leaving her helpless.

Witnessing such a depraved scene, Su Youyue felt a profound sense of helplessness and fear as a woman.

Tobag Xiao might not touch her, but he was a madman. Who knew if he would throw her to these men next?

So, while she had dared to act before, this time she remained silent.

She felt as if she had returned to the moment when she was submerged underwater, unable to make a sound, suffocating, powerless, and desperate.

Just as she averted her gaze, unwilling to watch, she saw the so-called Holy Son of Dongrong shed tears of blood, his entire body convulsing in agony, his face contorted into a monstrous expression.

This was not just psychological pain; it seemed he was also enduring immense physical suffering.

She suddenly recalled her mother's words about the poison that could turn one's eyes red. The poison Xie Yuan had suffered from in his past life was the same one fed to the Holy Son of Dongrong. Those poisoned could not have any emotional fluctuations; the deeper the feelings, the deeper the poisoning...

In Xie Yuan's past life... if he hadn't been poisoned, he might have intended to marry her.

Before he had distanced himself from her, they had shared a period of intimacy and harmony, which made her believe he cared for her.

Witnessing the Holy Son's agony, Su Youyue could now imagine how much Xie Yuan had suffered in his past life.

She hated the poison, the person who created it, the one who used it to control others, and the vile individuals before her.

She wanted to kill them all.

Again, a ripping sound echoed, and the woman on the ground was nearly stripped bare.

Under the night sky, Su Youyue's eyes suddenly turned cold.

In the next second, the woman’s eyes widened dramatically, and she completely stopped struggling.