Chapter 80

Pfft!

A soft sound, the tip of the blade emerged from his back, bringing out a spray of blood.

The Fourth Leader looked down at the bloody tip of the blade in his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

He opened his mouth, and only a short sob came from his throat before the life in his eyes completely dissipated.

From the sound of the knock to the Fourth Leader opening the door, to the Fifth Leader's head falling, and the blade light piercing the Fourth Leader's heart.

All of this happened within a few short breaths.

Fast.

It was simply too fast.

So fast that these bandits who licked blood from the edge of a blade almost couldn't react.

"Fifth!!!"

"Fourth!!!"

"Enemy attack!!!"

The three leaders inside the wooden house let out simultaneous roars of rage.

Zhou Laoguai stood up abruptly, his long sword instantly drawn from his waist.

Bao Shanxiong and Chuan Shanlang also jumped up simultaneously, staring fixedly at the door.

Bang!

The Fourth Leader's corpse fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

In the darkness outside the door, a thin, tall figure walked out slowly.

He was dressed in a gray robe, his hair was gray, and he carried a curved blade that was still dripping blood.

The moonlight shone in from behind him, plating him with a layer of cold silver radiance.

"Who are you?"

Zhou Laoguai asked in a deep voice, his sword tip pointing directly at the newcomer, his voice seemingly furious but revealing a trace of undeniable fear.

To be able to kill the Fourth and Fifth under their noses without a sound, this person's strength...

"Kill this old thing!!!"

"Avenge Fourth Brother and Fifth Brother!!!"

Bao Shanxiong and Chuan Shanlang didn't think that much at all.

The two looked at each other, jumped up simultaneously, and pounced fiercely toward Jiang Ye.

Bao Shanxiong took the lead, his sandbag-sized fists slamming out simultaneously, like two thousand-jun iron hammers, carrying the force of splitting mountains and cracking rocks, smashing directly at Jiang Ye's face.

The fist wind whistled, actually creating a dull sonic boom in the air, shaking the candles in the room until they dimmed.

This move, "Double Hammer Filling the Face," was his signature killing move; he had once smashed a strong ox into meat paste with one punch, and even if a giant rock were placed in front of him, he could smash it into powder.

Chuan Shanlang was like a shadow, his figure lowering as he swept in from the side.

The pitch-black short blade in his hand had no reflection under the firelight, stabbing silently toward Jiang Ye's heart.

The tip of the blade glowed with an eerie dark green, and a faint, fishy stench drifted out, clearly coated with deadly poison.

One left, one right, one hard, one soft, cooperating seamlessly.

Facing such a combined attack, even a peak Transformation of Force expert would have to temporarily avoid the edge.

"Seeking death."

Seeing the two's combined attack, a trace of playfulness flashed in Jiang Ye's aged eyes.

He raised his left hand, not dodging or avoiding, just placing it horizontally in front of him in a casual manner.

Bang—!!!

Bao Shanxiong's double fists, capable of splitting monuments and cracking rocks, slammed fiercely against Jiang Ye's left arm, but it was like hitting ten-thousand-year black iron, not moving a single bit.

His fierce force was like a mayfly shaking a tree in front of Jiang Ye, unable to even make that withered arm shake.

"What..."

The anger on Bao Shanxiong's face suddenly froze, his eyes full of disbelief.

Before he could react, Jiang Ye's left hand suddenly shook.

Crack.

A sound of bone breaking that set one's teeth on edge!

Bao Shanxiong's sandbag-sized fists were actually shattered into blood mist by that overwhelming force.

Broken bones and flesh splattered, revealing a terrifying, broken wrist.

Even more terrifying, a wisp of red-gold true qi, like a maggot on a tarsal bone, burned crazily up along his wound.

"Ah——!!!"

Bao Shanxiong let out a scream of extreme misery, a sound not like a human's, but like the dying cry of a beast.

He clutched his broken wrist and staggered back, but the red-gold flames continued to burn, from his wrist to his forearm, from his forearm to his elbow, and a strong, burnt stench permeated the room.

"Second Brother..."

Seeing this scene, a look of fear suddenly appeared on Chuan Shanlang's furious face.

He wanted to withdraw his move.

But it was too late.

Jiang Ye flicked his wrist, and the blood-colored curved blade turned in his palm like a living thing, then, carrying a wisp of red-gold true qi, met the dagger Chuan Shanlang was stabbing with head-on.

Clang!

A light sound.

The dagger made of refined iron in Chuan Shanlang's hand was easily pierced by the blood-colored curved blade as if it were tofu!

The curved blade's momentum didn't diminish, piercing the dagger, piercing his arm, and then—

Pfft.

The tip of the blade emerged from his back, bringing out a spray of blood.

That blade pierced his entire right arm and nailed fiercely into his chest.

"Heh... heh..."

Chuan Shanlang looked down at the bloody tip of the blade in his chest, only having time to let out two short, extremely painful gasps. His eyes were full of disbelief and unwillingness, his lips moving, but he could no longer say a single word.

Then, his body slid down softly, and he stopped breathing.

Compared to Bao Shanxiong, who was still screaming and struggling in the flames, he was much luckier, not having to endure more torture before death.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

And the First Leader, Zhou Laoguai, who had shouted the loudest in fury, saw such a terrifying scene and didn't hesitate at all.

He turned abruptly, like a frightened wild dog, smashed through the window without hesitation, jumped out, and ran away.

"Big... Big Brother!!!"

Bao Shanxiong's arms were broken, his whole body was burned by flames, and he let out inhuman screams.

He looked at the fleeing back with eyes about to split, his eyes full of despair and resentment.

He never thought that the Big Brother who always said "brothers share the same heart" would run faster than anyone else at the critical moment of life and death.

Whoosh!

A Blood Moon blade light swept past.

Bao Shanxiong's screams came to an abrupt end.

His head, full of fat, slid off his neck, hit the ground with a "thud," and rolled twice.

Those wide-open eyes stared fixedly at the direction Zhou Laoguai had fled, unwilling to close even in death.

Jiang Ye put away his blade, lowered his eyes to look at the corpses on the ground, then looked at the direction Zhou Laoguai had fled, and sneered:

"Don't worry, Jiang Mou looks down on people who don't value brotherly loyalty the most, I'll send him to reunite with you brothers right away."

He was about to take a step to chase.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"That's the Big Leader's voice!"

"Who is so bold as to come to our Black Wind Stronghold!"

From all directions, messy footsteps surged like a tide.

Bandits carrying knives, guns, and sticks rushed out of every wooden house, disheveled, the firelight flickering, illuminating the entire stronghold as bright as day.

They were clearly startled by the roars and screams just now.

"Well come!"

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Ye's eyes.

These small fry coming to die on their own saved him the trouble of finding them one by one.

As for the fleeing Zhou Laoguai, even if he let him run a few more steps, it was absolutely impossible for him to escape Jiang Ye's palm.

"Over there!!!"

The few bandits rushing at the front saw Jiang Ye standing at the door of the wooden house at a glance, immediately shouted, and called their companions behind them.

But when they rushed closer and their gazes passed over that thin, tall figure and fell on the familiar corpses on the ground inside the house—

"Wait a minute......"

Someone suddenly stopped, their voice full of disbelief.

"That... that's the Third Leader's corpse!!!"

"And the Second Leader, Fourth Leader, Fifth Leader's corpses......"

"What on earth is going on......"

The shouts of killing were like a chicken whose throat had been pinched, coming to an abrupt end.

All the bandits' footsteps stopped.

They looked at the corpses lying in disarray on the ground, only feeling a bone-chilling cold shooting from the soles of their feet to their crowns.

Countless gazes fell, without exception, on the old man holding the blood-colored curved blade.

Under the moonlight, the old man was in a gray robe, his hair gray, his face without a trace of expression, as if he had only done a trivial little thing.

Those aged eyes swept over the crowd calmly, as if looking at a group of pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

On the bandits' faces, there was first a dazed look of disbelief, and then, fear spread through the crowd like a plague.

Some of the smarter ones had already started to move their feet backward quietly, preparing to slip away at any time.

Jiang Ye scanned them casually.

The bandits rushing from all directions were a black mass, about seventy or eighty people.

Excluding those still on guard duty on the perimeter, the bandits in the stronghold should all be here.

"Very good!"

Jiang Ye nodded slightly, a cold arc lifting at the corner of his mouth:

"Then—start killing!"

The moment his words fell, he tapped his feet lightly, and his whole body disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

The next instant, he appeared in the most crowded part of the crowd.

"Quick... quick..."

"Run!!!"

"It's this old man who killed the Second Leader and the others!!!"

At this time, even the dumbest bandit should have reacted.

The old man in front of them was the culprit who killed several leaders.

Even the leaders with Transformation of Force strength were killed, were they, these small fry, staying here waiting to die?

The crowd scattered in a roar, like a frightened ant colony, fleeing wildly in all directions.

Hmph, want to escape?

They were fast, but Jiang Ye's blade was faster.

The true qi in Jiang Ye's body surged out, and the red-gold light instantly covered the blood-colored curved blade.

Then, he swung his blade, three hundred and sixty degrees, turning a circle.

Whoosh!!!

A sorrowful Blood Moon blade light, carrying the scorching red-gold true qi, turned into a ring-shaped wave of flames, with Jiang Ye as the center, instantly expanding outward.

Where the blade light passed, the air seemed to be ignited, leaving behind trails of burning.

The next instant.

All the bandits fleeing in panic stopped their footsteps at this moment.

The large stronghold fell into an eerie, deathly silence.

No one shouted, no one groaned, and even the sound of breathing could not be heard.

Those bandits just stood there, motionless, as if they had been hit by a freezing spell.

A moment later.

A mountain breeze blew.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—!!!

All the bandits, their upper bodies slid down from their waists in unison, slamming heavily onto the ground.

Blood, like a flood from an opened gate, gushed out from those severed trunks, instantly staining the entire ground red.

Seventy or eighty corpses, seventy or eighty blood springs, intertwined under the moonlight into a hellish scene.

In the air, the thick smell of blood almost condensed into substance, pungent enough to make one vomit.

Jiang Ye stood with his blade, lowered his eyes to scan the corpses all over the ground, and nodded slightly.

After the Blood Moon Blade reached perfection, with the blessing of the Great Sun Heavenly Flame True Qi, he could cut a dozen large trees in half from twenty meters away.

These bandits were just flesh and blood; killing them was truly like cutting grass.

Suddenly—

In this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, Jiang Ye seemed to feel a breath that was extremely yin and cold, extremely evil and poisonous.

This breath rose from the sea of blood, surrounded his body, and then slowly dissipated.

"Your comprehension is superb; from the essence of death and slaughter, you have initially grasped a wisp of killing intent!"

The system's prompt sounded suddenly.