C16 (1/2)

The Shiwan Mountain in the early morning was covered by a dense layer of mist, and in the midst of the multicolored light, it seemed especially green.

As Hong Ling walked towards the Black Mountain Thief's camp, the longsword in his hand flashed with a cold light. No one noticed that not far behind him, in the bushes, the mouths of the two corpses were constantly leaking blood.

His pace was neither slow nor slow, the faint aura of spirit energy surrounding his body was the embodiment of his profound art being pushed to the extreme.

《 Jiuzhuan Profound Technique》 was originally a peerless cultivation method, but at the moment, he was circulating it to its limits, so naturally he was able to draw in the spirit energy from the void, causing the Meridian Acupoints in his body to quickly become pure Authentic Qi.

The road to the mountain stronghold was paved with smooth bluestone blocks. Hong Ling's longsword gently sliced through these bluish black stone blocks, bringing out a few bright sparks, and with a clang, the sound of metal scraping against bluestone rocks was heard very far away.

On the observation platform of the stronghold, a bandit was staring fixedly at the young man who was slowly walking over. He did not know who he was, but he could tell that he was neither friend nor foe just by looking at the spark that was created by the sword on the limestone road.

He took off the iron bow on his back and nocked a wolf fang arrow onto it. The bow was like a full moon, with a bang, he released the bowstring, the arrow had already arrived in front of Hong Ling's forehead.

Hong Ling's pupils contracted, and an undetectable sword intent flashed past his eyes, in an instant, the arrow was actually split into two, and quickly slipped past the boy's two sides.

The bandits on the other watchtower had also seen this scene and quickly sounded the alarm clock on the watchtower before shouting out.

Dong! Dong! Dong! The sound of the bell echoed throughout the mountain stronghold. Countless bandits, who were still sleeping, suddenly woke up and rushed out. They held their weapons as they escorted Zhang Yan to the entrance of the stronghold.

Zhang Yan looked at Hong Ling who was slowly walking towards her, and a look of shock flashed past her eyes. He couldn't understand how this young man came back to life in the well that was sealed by a giant boulder.

”This must be an illusion. How can this kid still be alive?!”

Seeing that Hong Ling was still alive, Zhang Yan's eyes were filled with chilliness. He would never forget the scene of the youngster near death in Hidden Dragon Village biting one of his subordinates to death. was like a bloodthirsty ghost.

Zhang Yan was not afraid, compared to the original small team of 50 people who massacred the village, he had more people by his side now, a team of almost 300 people, this made him extremely confident, even if there was an expert from Qi Refinement into Spirit here, he was confident that with the advantage of numbers, he could easily kill them all.

Hong Ling looked at the densely packed crowd before him, a bloodthirsty look flashing past his eyes.

”Black Mountain Thief Zhang Yan, do you still remember me?!”

His tone was cold, and his aura surged like a raging tide that was about to swallow him up.

”Who do I think it is? So it turns out to be the remnant of the Hidden Dragon Village. What, you've thought it through today, and are here to join my Black Mountain Stronghold?”

Behind him were the elites of the Black Mountain stronghold. Although there weren't many Awakened ones, there were still seven early stage Essence Refinement into Qi experts.

Furthermore, after the incident at Hidden Dragon Village, he had already successfully risen to the mid stage of Essence Refinement into Qi, so naturally, he did not put Hong Ling, a newbie in the early stages of Essence Refinement into Qi, in his eyes.

”You guessed wrong!” Hong Ling laughed coldly, ”I am not here to seek you out today, I am here to kill you!”

As soon as the youth said this, his figure flashed into the crowd, and an icy sword light flashed out in all directions.

With a chi sound, a few heads flew up to the sky, the reeking and salty blood Qi pervading the air, Hong Ling's attack succeeded, and in the blink of an eye, he was pushed back, quietly watching the chaos between the bandits.

Zhang Yan looked at the headless corpses in front of her, who were spitting blood all over, and the hand that was holding onto the ring blade suddenly tightened, he was unable to see Hong Ling's figure at all. When he came back to his senses, all of his subordinates were already decapitated, and they were all under his control, capable of fighting at the early stage of Essence Refinement into Qi.

”You killed four of my men in one move. Boy, it seems like you have a secret on you!”

Staring at Hong Ling's figure, Zhang Yan's eyes flashed with a hint of greed. Although had killed four of his subordinates in one move, he did not believe that this young man was capable of killing all of the people in the Black Mountain stronghold.

Even an expert from the Qi Refinement into Spirit would not be able to accomplish this, let alone an early stage Essence Refinement into Qi imp.

”I do have a secret on me!” Hong Ling grinned, ”But, if you want to take it, you have to pay the price of blood!”

After he finished speaking, he flew backwards and then landed fifty feet away again. He glared at Zhang Yan and the rest with disdain.

”Stop him! How dare he kill my brother! Today, I want him dead!”

Zhang Yan roared. His subordinates brandished their sabers and instantly rushed forward. However, the bluestone path was somewhat narrow. There were only twenty or so people who could charge at them, and they were all ordinary characters.

Hong Ling's eyes flashed a look of ridicule, the sword in his hand flipped, with a tap of his feet, it flew around the crowd at lightning speed, chi chi chi chi. In an instant, blood splattered, all of them held onto their throats, lying on the ground unwillingly.

Staring at the bloody sword in his hand, the youth lightly flicked the blade, causing the blood flowing from the blade to be jolted away.

Clang, the sweet sound of metal came out very far, while Hong Ling's body was filled with dense Qi, he retreated step by step, as his pace was not fast nor slow.

”Take my bow!”

Zhang Yan spoke coldly to the people around her. Her eyes were filled with a cold killing intent.

Very soon, one of his men took his draw bird bow and placed it in the hands of this Black Mountain Thief. He quickly nocked his bow and nocked three arrows in an instant.

This kind of three arrow technique, was something that Zhang Yan could learn in the entire village. Every arrow had the power that he had used his full strength, and now, it had completely sealed off Hong Ling's path of retreat.