The beastmen each grabbed a large leather bag and rushed towards the rows of bookshelves.
No matter what the books were, they stuffed them all into the leather bags.
These were the classics collected by the Garrison Academy, the Martial Artist Holy Land! For the remote and backward beastman tribes, stealing one more book meant a profit.
"Stop."
Suddenly, a stern shout came.
A dark yellow sword qi was unleashed into the air.
The beastman at the forefront was directly cut in half by the dark yellow sword qi, while the leather bag in his hand helplessly fell.
The spurting blood splattered the classics spilling out of the leather bag with drops of crimson.
The momentum of the dark yellow sword qi did not vanish and it continued to slash towards the few beastmen behind.
"Not good!"
