Such a scene left the senior brothers, who had just been cursing moments ago, all dumbfounded! They simply couldn’t believe that the one they always saw as nothing more than a bullied Little Junior Brother could become so ruthless. And the always fierce and domineering senior brother James Turner was now sprawled on the ground like a mangy dog, not making a sound?

James Turner had bullied them plenty in the past, but now, he was finally getting his comeuppance! Humiliation. Yes, this was pure humiliation—if stomping on someone’s mouth with a shoe doesn’t count as humiliation, then what does?

“Where’s the latrine?” Henry Carter looked around expressionlessly, then suddenly turned his head and asked the few men behind him in a cold voice.

Caught off guard by Henry Carter’s sharp question, the few men who had been so arrogant just moments before all shuddered. Seeing that glint of red in Henry Carter’s eyes, they felt as if a wild beast had set its sights on them, and they were instantly cowed into silence.

Killing intent—this was the invisible aura of death that Henry Carter had developed over years of military life, soaked in blood and violence!

Although James Turner’s cultivation was a level higher than Henry Carter’s, having reached the point of innate divine strength, at this moment he was like a caged dog. He might have some ferocity, but as for killing intent, he had none at all.

“Henry Carter... senior brother, the latrine is over here, over here...” The skinny man who had first spoken to Henry Carter finally couldn’t withstand Henry Carter’s intimidating gaze and stammered out a reply. As he spoke, his body was trembling as well.

“You want me to help you clean the latrine? Heh, senior brother James Turner, that’s not right! Even little kids know to take care of their own business. You should do it yourself and reap your own rewards!” As he spoke, Henry Carter directly lifted James Turner up and, following the skinny man, walked toward the latrine.

“Walala... wawawa,” James Turner shouted loudly, but his mouth was so badly injured that no one could make out what this unlucky guy was trying to say.

The other men exchanged glances and were about to scatter. But before they could, Henry Carter suddenly turned his head toward them and said, “Fellow senior brothers, such a good show is about to begin—aren’t you interested in watching?”

Although there was a hint of a smile on Henry Carter’s face, to these men, that smile was nothing short of terrifying. So after a brief daze, none of them said a word and hurried to follow along.

With all the commotion, it was only natural that others would take notice. At this time, there were twelve disciples in the valley, including Henry Carter. Besides these lowest-ranked men, there were a few others ranked about the same as James Turner. Watching Henry Carter carry James Turner like a chick, their faces were all cold and indifferent.

The latrine wasn’t far away. In just a short while, Henry Carter had carried James Turner to the entrance. The stench was overwhelming, and the moment they arrived, the foul odor invaded everyone’s noses and ears.

“Senior brother James Turner, who would have thought you’d have such refined tastes? Just seeing the latrine makes your appetite so good! Well, I won’t disturb you—enjoy yourself!” As Henry Carter spoke, he hefted James Turner’s body and hurled him hard toward the cesspit inside the latrine.

“Walala...” The angry sounds could no longer express James Turner’s resentment, but the hatred in his eyes burned like fire as he glared at Henry Carter.

With a “bang,” the cesspit, piled high with excrement, burst open in the middle to welcome the arrival of the massive James Turner. All sorts of colored substances splattered in every direction.

Whether by accident or on purpose, the men who had followed behind Henry Carter were all right in the path of the splashing, thick yellow liquid, with no chance to dodge. The skinny man who had led the way was hit square in the face.

“Ugh, it stinks!”

“I’m going to die from the smell—ugh, I’m about to faint!” Amid cries of alarm, the men scattered like startled rabbits, all with the same goal: to find some water as quickly as possible.

Henry Carter didn’t stop them. He just smiled coldly, watching as only James Turner’s two feet stuck out from the cesspit, and said calmly, “Senior brother James Turner, whenever you’ve had your fill, just climb out yourself. If you overeat and get sick, you’ll have to take responsibility for it.” With that, he turned and started walking back toward his own cave.

“Stop! Henry Carter, you bastard, how dare you treat your senior brother like this? This time, I’m going to teach you a lesson!” A rough voice called out from a distance, and as it did, a fist shot toward Henry Carter with lightning speed.

The one attacking was Eric Bennett. In fact, Eric Bennett had arrived long ago. And Henry Carter had noticed Eric Bennett’s arrival from the start—he had been waiting for Eric Bennett to make his move.