America's No.1 Demon Cultivator

Just like before, they dared not resist.

Facing Xiu Nuo, who had killed two people in an instant, both Linlin and Xiao Rui were still immersed in extreme fear at this moment.

Therefore, after Xiu Nuo uttered those words, the reaction of the two women was to speed up the act of taking off their clothes.

"I didn't ask you to take off your clothes," Xiu Nuo said with a cold face. "Help me move their bodies into that tent over there. If you want to live, keep an eye on that guide. Of course, you can also run, but trust me, those black men with guns will definitely kill everyone they can see once they know their boss is dead. Of course, you women might survive, and then get captured and taken back to their main camp. What awaits you next, I don't need to say, do I?"

The two women quickly nodded, and Xiu Nuo dragged the Mexican guy while the two went to pull the black security soldier into the tent with Xiu Nuo.

"I need some time," Xiu Nuo instructed. "Pick up the guns, and if he wakes up, aim them at him."

"Understood, understood."

After entering the tent, Xiu Nuo finally couldn't hold on any longer and suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

It couldn't be helped; having not entered the Body Refining Stage and forcibly using Blood Burning Skills was akin to a suicidal act.

Because when Mortal Martial Artists use Blood Burning Skills, it will burn up their very last drop of blood.

Luckily, Demon Cultivators always have their ways.

For instance, at this moment, Xiu Nuo, who had just spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, used the strength of stepping into the Body Refining Stage and plunged his hands into the two corpses in front of him.

If the two women were still here watching, they would probably be scared to death by the scene that followed.

The two bodies began to wither rapidly, and in just a moment, they turned into two dried-up corpses.

At the same time, Ghostly Vicious Energy flew out, picking out two strands of Divine Soul and then entered Xiu Nuo's forehead.

With the previous level of Mortals, practicing would have required three days to assimilate the Power of Flesh. However, with the enhancement of the Body Refining Stage, his rapidly swelling body was now visibly returning to normal.

Finally, Xiu Nuo opened his eyes.

Body Refining, first layer!

Although it was just the first layer of Body Refining brought on by the forced use of Blood Burning Skills, all the Power of Flesh he had just obtained was used by Xiu Nuo to offset the consumption of the Blood Burning Skills, and the Blood Burning Skills had not yet been closed—he wasn't in a position to close it.

Meaning, if he wanted to survive, he needed new lives.

Xiu Nuo walked out, and by this time the guide had already woken up, with the two women holding guns aimed at him.

Seeing Xiu Nuo walk out, the guide's face showed despair. "We're finished, do you understand? We're finished! How about you let the two of them put their guns down first?"

Xiu Nuo reached out his hand toward the two women, who smartly walked over and handed their guns to Xiu Nuo.

"Talk," Xiu Nuo directly said.

"You killed them!" The guide trembled. "The drug cartel behind them spreads across all the countries we are about to travel through, even in the United States they have people. Do you know what that means? It means you and I, we can't live!"

As the guide spoke more and more agitatedly, seeing the gun in Xiu Nuo's hand, he chose to speak calmly, "Actually...everyone has to put up with some grievances in life, right?"

Hearing this, Xiao Rui's face showed anger. "Yes, grievances—we have been putting up with them all along."

"This is the path you chose, miss," the guide retorted with more firmness when confronting Xiao Rui. "Nobody forced you, right? You're all adults. Don't you know the principle of being responsible for your own choices?"

"That's not you who's been wronged!"

"How do you know I haven't....." The guide's words were cut off mid-sentence when he suddenly fell silent.

Xiu Nuo had realized by now that each of these people possessed unique skills.

"That's why I haven't killed you," Xiu Nuo interrupted this undisputable argument.

However, the guide was not so optimistic. With a bitter face, he said, "That's no different from killing me. They took the money and are meant to report back. If their people discover they haven't returned, they'll definitely come looking. With some luck, you might get caught in a Mexican prison, but with bad luck, we might all die in Honduras, the murder capital of the world! Moreover, what I'm saying doesn't even take into account the other remaining people."

The despondent guide glanced at Xiu Nuo, then said, "I can lead the three of you out of here."

"And then you lead us three, who are completely unfamiliar with the rainforest, straight to the drug traffickers' camp, and hand over the culprits in exchange for your own slim chance of survival, right?"

The guide panicked immediately, "No! I wasn't thinking that!"

"It doesn't matter if you did think it," Xiu Nuo wasn't angry despite seeing through the guide's intentions. Instead, he said, "What's done is done, you can't change anything, nor do you have the power to. So, do as I say, and you might survive a few more days. Of course, you can choose not to cooperate."

Xiu Nuo lifted the gun, "I can spare you from the torture of those drug traffickers, no need to thank me."

Staring down the barrel of the gun, the guide swallowed hard, resignedly asking, "What do you want me to do? You're right, it can't get any worse."

"Don't be so discouraged, what was your name again?"

"Tony," the guide replied.

Seeing Xiu Nuo's expressionless face staring at him, the guy said helplessly, "Wang Fugui."

"Good, Fugui," Xiu Nuo nodded in satisfaction, "Now, do as I say and if we're lucky enough, and if those drug traffickers are dumb enough, maybe we can all stay safe."

.........

Nine black soldiers seemed to have grown accustomed to their boss's peculiar habits, now huddled together smoking and chatting.

They weren't worried about the stowaways doing anything out of line, as that was their experience.

As for someone trying to escape?

Please, this was the rainforest, teeming with wild beasts. Without a guide, you might get lost, and leaving the group meant becoming food for those beasts.

The guide returned, and a few soldiers took notice but didn't pay much attention, especially when they saw what he was holding in his hand, a belt, and a few even smiled knowingly.

After the guide spoke to a few soldiers, four of them whistled happily and said to their comrades, "Sorry guys, it's our turn to have some fun first."

The five remaining soldiers looked displeased. After the four left, one of them pulled a woman out of the group.

But soon the remaining five realized something was off, because the noise from the group heading toward the camp... had died down completely?

Even the periodic screams of the women were gone.

Eventually, the five decided to leave three behind, while the other two took up arms, switched off the safety, and hurried toward the camp.

Then, there was no more noise from the two heading to the camp, and they couldn't hear a sound.

Finally, the three that were left realized something was wrong. They didn't run toward the camp but decisively plunged into the jungle, each fleeing in a different direction.