Chapter 508: The Brocade-Clad Old Man

Lin Chao followed the horse bandits.

Perhaps because they felt Lin Chao was a weak scholar who could not stir up any trouble, no one even bound Lin Chao's hands or feet.

After all, the horse bandit leader knew that Lin Chao had only been awake for less than a year.

Such a weakling could not threaten him at all.

Of course, there were still three or four horse bandits guarding Lin Chao to prevent any accidents.

Lin Chao rode on the horse with a calm expression.

These horse bandits did not Slay him on the spot.

This matched his guess.

Sure enough, these horse bandits were not just simply slaughtering his family.

It could even be said that they were imposters.

The horse bandits took Lin Chao toward a deep mountain forest.

Not long after, a simple camp appeared.

Inside the camp, there were five or six horse bandits on guard, and there were no captured slaves.

It was evident that this group of horse bandits were the type of roving bandits who had no fixed residence.

The horse bandits dismounted, and the group hurried toward a crude house.

Lin Chao was escorted by several ill-intentioned bandits and walked toward that place as well.

Lin Chao guessed that there should be someone inside that house.

And that person was the true Black Hand behind the scenes who had sent people to capture him.

Sure enough, Lin Chao's guess was correct.

He was escorted into the house and saw an old man dressed in magnificent robes.

The old man wore silk brocade clothes, his white hair bun was held in place by a Wood stick, and he exuded the aura of a Superior.

When the horse bandit leader saw the old man, a respectful look appeared on his face: "My lord, the person has been brought here."

The brocade-clad old man looked at Lin Chao, a smile flickering in his eyes: "You are the disciple in whom Jiang Boye places such high hopes... Xia Yang?"

Lin Chao finally understood that the person who had come was targeting his master, Jiang Boye.

He thought of Tan Kong.

Tan Kong had originally plotted for this spot while simultaneously making a move against his master.

If this person was related to Tan Kong.

Then... Lin Chao's heart tightened.

This meant that the other party's goal might not just be that spot, but possibly his master as well.

"Is Tan Kong one of your men?" Lin Chao looked at the brocade-clad old man, his gaze calm.

The brocade-clad old man glanced at Lin Chao, a look of appreciation appearing in his eyes: "Little brother, your thinking is agile; following Jiang Boye is a bit of a waste of talent. What a pity, what a pity."

The brocade-clad old man naturally believed that Jiang Boye had discovered Tan Kong's scheme and killed Tan Kong.

He had also told Xia Yang about this matter.

Lin Chao looked at the brocade-clad old man, his expression still calm: "Sure enough, everything said before was fake."

The look of admiration in the brocade-clad old man's eyes grew even stronger: "Originally, I was becoming less and less willing to kill you.

It is a pity; you follow Jiang Boye and are destined to be a member of the Gongshu School, and you have offended that great figure... you must die."

The horse bandit leader beside him was filled with murderous intent, just waiting for the brocade-clad old man's order.

"When you headed to the academy, what did Jiang Boye entrust you with?" the brocade-clad old man said, "If you tell me truthfully, I can let you die a little more painlessly."

This was also his purpose for not Slaying Lin Chao immediately.

Lin Chao squinted his eyes and looked at the brocade-clad old man: "I can tell you, but before that, I want to know, are you not only making a move against me, but also against my master?"

The brocade-clad old man was all smiles.

He glanced at Lin Chao: "If you castrate yourself and acknowledge me as your godfather, I might be able to spare your life."

Lin Chao's gaze was complex: "When will you make your move, and who will do it!"

He felt a bit anxious inside.

He was afraid that they had already made their move.

The brocade-clad old man was not in a hurry either, and said: "Sacred Bath Day, the Damang Bandits."

The brocade-clad old man was accustomed to throwing his weight around, and he had a group of horse bandits protecting him.

He did not believe at all that Lin Chao could turn the tables.

After all, Lin Chao had only been awake for less than a year; it was already hard enough to have cultivated his Literary Arts to the Golden Core realm, so how strong could his martial arts be?

Hearing this, Lin Chao's heart tightened.

Sacred Bath Day was only seven or eight days away.

If he wanted to rush back, time was very tight.

Not a single second could be delayed.

He had to... rush back immediately.

Otherwise...

The brocade-clad old man looked down at Lin Chao from his superior position: "How is your consideration going? Do you want to be my godson?"

The horse bandit leader beside him showed an envious look.

At this moment, a flash of ruthlessness appeared in Lin Chao's eyes: "My apologies."

In the blink of an eye, a dagger appeared in his sleeve, and Lin Chao's movements were very fast, giving the horse bandits present no time to react.

Slash.

The dagger carved a gash into the neck of the old man in brocade.

Fresh blood sprayed, and an expression of disbelief appeared in the eyes of the old man in brocade.

The horse bandits finally reacted as well.

"My lord!"

The horse bandit leader said this, then raised his broadsword and slashed toward Lin Chao.

Lin Chao grabbed the old man in brocade by the shoulders and tossed him forward.

Seeing this, the horse bandit leader hurriedly retracted his blade.

At this moment, Lin Chao took the opportunity to snatch the broadsword from the hand of a lackey, and with a casual swing, Slayed a horse bandit.

Lin Chao's body and face were covered in fresh blood, making his delicate face appear even more bloodthirsty.

The horse bandit leader was filled with rage: "Kill, kill! Kill!"

If the lord died here under his watch, he would be finished!

He had to Slay Xia Yang; only then would his family have a sliver of a chance to survive.

Outside the house, dozens of horse bandits heard this and rushed over one after another.

Fifty horse bandits holding steel blades surrounded Lin Chao tightly.

Even a Third Grade martial artist would find it impossible to escape in this situation.

Yet Lin Chao held his steel blade, unhurried and calm, as he engaged the enemies.

Just at this moment, outside the mountain stronghold, two horses came to a halt.

The woman dressed in red glanced at the surrounded Lin Chao: "Grandfather, that person is surrounded by horse bandits, how pitiful. Should we save him?"

The white-haired old man beside the woman in red smiled: "Xiao Queer is just kind-hearted, but how do you know he is the pitiful one? Is it possible that he is a great villain and those horse bandits are seeking revenge?"

Hearing this, the woman in red nodded thoughtfully: "Grandfather is right."

As she spoke, she pulled on the reins and stopped lingering.

In the young girl's heart, however, there was some regret.

It was a pity for such a handsome face.

The two rode away on horseback, leaving only dozens of horse bandits surrounding and attacking Lin Chao.

Amidst the crowd, the horse bandit leader attacked Lin Chao; Lin Chao, covered in blood, slashed out with his blade.

He seemed to be dancing on the tip of a blade, killing a horse bandit with a single strike.

Lin Chao's attacks were all full of artistry, or rather, a pursuit of lethality.

After all, he was only a Fifth Grade martial artist, and his stamina was limited.

If it were an Ordinary Fifth Grade martial artist, killing seven or eight martial artists in this situation would already be quite impressive.

However, Lin Chao's techniques had been honed over thousands of years.

Dealing with this group of horse bandits, his techniques were godlike, capable of unleashing strength far exceeding his own.

Only half an incense stick of time had passed, and more than twenty corpses were already lying on the ground.

A look of terror appeared on the horse bandit leader's face: "You... who exactly are you?"

The opponent's strength was clearly not as great as his.

His speed was also only slightly faster than his own.

Yet, with dozens of them attacking together, it was they who were dying.

And the opponent had only sustained some minor injuries.

(End of this chapter)