177: Chapter 176 Crow Bridge Village

A certain valley.

Qin Changsheng stopped at the entrance of the valley, his gaze calmly looking behind him.

The reason he did not flee was that he had decided to eliminate all the pursuers behind him.

In the next instant, a flurry of chaotic and hurried footsteps came from the forest. More than a dozen Cultivators dressed in tight-fitting outfits chased out quickly, each holding sharp weapons, their bodies radiating the aura of the Late Stage of Qi Refining.

Leading them was a man with a sinister expression, dressed in a black outfit with a curved blade at his waist. He was a capable subordinate under Overseer, with a cultivation level at the first level of Foundation Establishment, responsible for this interception mission.

When these Cultivators saw Qin Changsheng, who had stopped and was standing alone in front of the valley, they were all slightly taken aback, their steps subconsciously slowing down.

They had originally thought that these miners would all flee in panic, but they did not expect that one person would take the initiative to stop, showing no signs of fear at all, but instead exuding an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The leading man raised his eyebrows slightly, a flash of surprise in his eyes, which he then quickly suppressed.

In his view, Qin Changsheng was just an ordinary miner with no real strength at all.

Stopping here was likely just to rest for a moment before leaving again.

However, today, this person would have no chance to leave here at all.

He raised his hand and waved it, his tone cold and hurried: "Don't waste time! Kill him first, then go after the other miners. Make sure none are left alive!"

This person did not take Qin Changsheng seriously at all. In his view, Qin Changsheng could be killed with a wave of his hand, and their primary task was to hunt down the other miners who knew the secret of the Spirit Stone Mine; there was no need to waste too much time on Qin Changsheng.

As his voice fell, the dozen or so Cultivators immediately snapped out of it, raising their weapons and charging fiercely toward Qin Changsheng. The flashing blades and swords intertwined, and a baleful aura rushed toward him.

Qin Changsheng stood where he was, his expression remaining calm. He did not say a word, nor did he have the slightest intention of dodging.

Watching the charging Cultivators, he immediately beckoned with his hand, and a raging Fire Snake instantly burst forth from his fingertips.

The Fire Snake was crimson throughout, its scales clearly visible, and it was surrounded by rolling heat waves, emitting a "sizzling" burning sound as it charged fiercely toward the Cultivator at the very front, carrying immense spiritual power.

Seeing this, those Cultivators all revealed expressions of disdain, and someone sneered: "Just a low-level Spell, and you dare to bring it out to embarrass yourself!"

"What kind of Spell does a miner know?"

They were all members of the Blood Demon Sect and had seen many fire-attribute techniques in their daily lives. They didn't take this seemingly ordinary Fire Snake Technique to heart at all, continuing to brandish their weapons and charging toward the Fire Snake, wanting to use their weapons to disperse it and kill Qin Changsheng in one go.

But in the next instant, the expressions of all the Cultivators changed drastically, and the disdain in their eyes was replaced by thick terror.

The seemingly ordinary Fire Snake Technique had an outrageously high temperature. Before it even drew near, a scorching heat wave rushed toward them, burning their skin until it stung, and the Qi in their bodies began to disorder.

They inwardly cursed, realizing something was wrong, and wanted to turn and flee quickly, but it was already too late.

The Speed of the Fire Snake Technique was extremely fast, far exceeding their expectations.

In just an instant, the Fire Snake swept over, completely engulfing all dozen or so Cultivators in the raging flames.

"Ah—!" The shrill screams rose and fell, but they only lasted for a moment before completely dissipating.

The sound of the flames burning was piercing and harsh. The bodies of the dozen or so Cultivators quickly melted and carbonized under the high temperature. They didn't even have time to scream for long before they turned into a pile of black ash that drifted away with the wind. Even their weapons were burned and distorted, turning into pools of molten iron.

The leading sinister man, even with a cultivation at the first level of Foundation Establishment, was not spared. Under the high temperature of the Fire Snake Technique, he didn't even have a chance to resist before he was completely incinerated.

Qin Changsheng slowly withdrew his hand, his gaze sweeping faintly over the ash on the ground. His expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

Qin Changsheng moved, quickly rushing toward Yaqiao Village.

Qin Changsheng knew very clearly that he must get his hands on that five-colored crystal before the Blood Demon Sect.

One day later, Qin Changsheng's figure appeared outside Yaqiao Village.

However, before he had even approached the village, a strong smell of blood and burnt odor rushed toward him.

Qin Changsheng's steps faltered, his expression suddenly becoming grave. A bad premonition arose in his heart, and he quickly increased his Speed, rushing toward Yaqiao Village.

He saw that at this moment, the entire Yaqiao Village had already fallen into a sea of flames. The houses were engulfed in raging fire, and thick smoke rolled, shooting straight into the sky, dyeing half the sky a grayish-black.

The wooden houses crackled and popped in the flames, and the air carried the shrill screams and pleas for mercy of the villagers; it was a horrific sight.

Inside the village, several Cultivators dressed in black outfits, their bodies radiating a baleful aura, were holding sharp weapons and wantonly slaughtering the unarmed villagers.

Each of them had a cruel expression, and they struck without mercy. Every time a blade fell, it was accompanied by a scream, and a villager would fall into a pool of blood.

Leading them was a man with a handlebar mustache, wearing a black robe embroidered with blood-colored patterns, with a blood-stained longsword at his waist. His face was sinister, and his eyes were full of cruelty and triumph.

"Hurry up, all of you! Finish this quickly, kill all the villagers, leave none alive!"

"Then find the five-colored crystal for me!"

"If you delay the Young Lord's important business, I will make you suffer the consequences!"

"Yes! Leader!" The few Blood Demon Sect Cultivators replied in unison, their strikes becoming even more ruthless, and their weapons swung even faster.

The villagers were powerless and could only flee in all directions, but they could not escape the clutches of the Blood Demon Sect Cultivators. One by one, they fell in pools of blood, their eyes full of fear and unwillingness.

The Mustachioed Man curled his lips into a cruel smile, his gaze sweeping over the tragic scene below. There was no pity in his eyes, but rather a morbid sense of pleasure.

He slowly drew the longsword from his hand, his gaze locking onto an ordinary youth who was trying to hide nearby.

The youth's face was pale, his whole body trembling as he huddled in a corner. His eyes were full of despair, yet he still gritted his teeth tightly, refusing to yield.

"An ant-like Mortal, and you dare to hide?" The Mustachioed Man sneered, his wrist flicking up. The longsword in his hand carried sharp Sword Qi as it slashed fiercely toward the youth. The sword strike was swift and violent, clearly intending to kill him in one stroke, leaving absolutely no room for survival.

The youth was frozen with fear, not even having the strength to dodge, and could only despairingly close his eyes, waiting for death to arrive.

But in the next instant, a sharp Spell carrying immense spiritual power accurately struck the Mustachioed Man's longsword.

"Clang—!" A crisp sound of metal colliding rang out, sparks flew everywhere, and the sharp Sword Qi instantly dissipated.

The Mustachioed Man only felt his wrist go numb, and the longsword in his hand nearly flew out of his grip. A massive force traveled along the longsword, shaking him so that he retreated two steps in succession before barely stabilizing his figure.

"Who?!" The Mustachioed Man's eyes flashed with astonishment and confusion, and he quickly put away the triumph on his face, turning his head sharply to look to the left.

He saw a man wearing the Outer Sect attire of the Heavenly Sword Sect slowly walking out from the firelight in the distance.

Qin Changsheng's gaze swept over the sea of fire and pools of blood in the village, looking at the innocent villagers lying on the ground, and a trace of icy killing intent flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He had never imagined that Li Hu's men would arrive so quickly and that they would mercilessly slaughter innocent villagers.

The Mustachioed Man only took one look at Qin Changsheng and felt at ease.

Because Qin Changsheng was merely an Outer Sect Disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

And he was an expert of the Blood Demon Sect, having already reached the first level of Foundation Establishment.

He could kill more than a dozen such Outer Sect Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect with a wave of his hand.