182: Chapter 182 They won't let you go.

"Another one here seeking death."

A trace of killing intent flashed in Zheng Ze's eyes.

"This time, let me handle it."

Wang Er casually shoved the woman in his arms away and walked outside.

The other two followed behind Wang Er, walking out together.

In the square of the stronghold, Lin Ming stood leisurely, with several people lying on the ground around him, their lives unknown.

A crowd stood around Lin Ming, surrounding him, but no one dared to step forward or make a move against him.

"Which one of you is tired of living, coming to our territory to cause trouble?"

Wang Er walked over with a fierce expression.

The crowd made way for him.

"You three must be the leaders of the so-called Dongchuan bandits."

Lin Ming looked at Wang Er and the two people behind him.

Wu Wentao, Zheng Ze, and Wang Er were the three leaders of the Dongchuan bandits. All three were Cultivators in the Spirit Platform Realm, with two at the Lingtai Eighth Layer and one at the Spirit Treasury First Layer.

"Your grandfather Wang Er is right here."

Wang Er shouted loudly.

"Zeng Wanying is in your hands, isn't she?"

Lin Ming said slowly.

"If you want the Young Miss of the Zeng Family, then prepare the ransom."

Wang Er said in a deep voice.

If you want the person, then pay the money. It was that simple.

"What if I don't have any money?"

Lin Ming said.

In the midst of speaking, Lin Ming had already located Zeng Wanying; she was locked inside the wooden house behind the stronghold.

"No money? Then, just like the five people before you, leave your life here."

A surge of killing intent emanated from Wang Er.

He held the broadsword in his hand, pointing it directly at Lin Ming.

"Do you have the ability to do that?"

Lin Ming said with a hint of provocation.

"Seeking death."

Unable to accept such provocation, Wang Er, filled with rage, held his broadsword and slashed violently at Lin Ming.

With a stride, Wang Er rushed in front of Lin Ming and slashed down fiercely.

"Boom..."

Wang Er was sent flying instantly.

He flew off, sword and all, crashing heavily into the wooden house behind him, causing the small cabin to collapse.

For a moment, there was complete silence.

They had not expected this at all.

The band of bandits never imagined that their Third Leader would be swatted away in a single exchange.

Their Third Leader was a high-level Cultivator of the Spirit Platform Realm.

Seeing this, both Zheng Ze and Wu Wentao had solemn expressions.

Even Wu Wentao, who was at the Spirit Treasury First Layer, felt he could not defeat Wang Er so easily.

"Bastard!"

A roar came from the ruins of the wooden house.

Wang Er's figure surged out from the rubble, his hands gripping the broadsword tightly, the killing intent on his body concentrated on the blade.

At the same time, a strand of Evil Qi attached itself to the blade.

Lin Ming reached out and flicked his finger against the blade.

Wang Er was sent flying again, man and sword together.

"Who on earth are you, Your Excellency?"

Wu Wentao said in a deep voice.

At this point, he really couldn't sit still.

The opponent's strength might truly be greater than his own.

Where did the Zeng Family find such an expert?

Didn't they say that the ones with high strength would be handled by them?

At this moment, Wu Wentao thought of a possibility.

It was rumored that the Zeng Family's ancestors had an extraordinary background and only came to Dongchuan City because they had fallen on hard times for some reason.

But these were just rumors, and not many people took them to heart.

"Don't ask such meaningless questions."

Lin Ming shook his head.

"Forget it, I don't want to play with you anymore."

Lin Ming said.

In the next second, all the bandits present were struck as if by a heavy blow, collapsing one by one with pale faces.

Lin Ming immediately stepped past these bandits and walked toward the wooden house where Zeng Wanying was being held.

The bandits could only watch Lin Ming's figure, unable to move.

Fear.

A sense of fear began to spread among them.

"Boss."

Zheng Ze used all his strength to spit out these two words.

Wu Wentao, however, could not say anything.

Bitter Sea Realm.

To be able to achieve this level, he must be an expert at the Immortal Master level, or even higher.

What level of expert had they provoked?!

In front of a wooden house.

Lin Ming arrived at the location, and the two burly men guarding the wooden house had already collapsed to the ground.

Lin Ming casually opened the wooden door.

As the door opened, he saw a young girl sitting on the edge of the bed with a cautious expression, looking at Lin Ming.

"You must be Zeng Wanying."

Lin Ming said.

She looked much like the portrait the Zeng Family had given him.

"Don't even think about getting any information out of me."

Zeng Wanying said with a serious expression.

"Your family sent me to save you."

Lin Ming casually took out a jade pendant and held it up in front of Zeng Wanying.

"This is Grandmother's jade pendant?"

Upon seeing the jade pendant, Zeng Wanying was stunned for a moment, then immediately recognized it.

"Did you steal this from my grandmother?"

Zeng Wanying did not believe Lin Ming's words just because of the pendant; instead, she became even more cautious.

"Your grandmother told me that you have a red mole on your chest."

Lin Ming said.

"I believe you."

After hearing this, a slight blush appeared on Zeng Wanying's face.

How could Grandmother tell such a private matter to someone else, and a man she didn't even know?

"Let's go."

Lin Ming turned and walked out.

Seeing this, Zeng Wanying quickly followed in Lin Ming's footsteps.

As soon as she stepped outside, she was somewhat shocked.

These mountain bandits, who were usually so arrogant and domineering, were now lying on the ground motionless; it was the same all the way along the path.

Yet, she hadn't heard any sounds of fighting, only two thumping noises.

So, how did the person in front of her defeat these mountain bandits?

This point also piqued Zeng Wanying's curiosity.

When they arrived at the stronghold's square, they saw the two beautiful women, each holding a knife, stabbing it fiercely into Wang Er's body.

Blood splattered onto their bodies, but they didn't care in the slightest, instead wearing expressions of pleasure at having their revenge.

Wang Er could do nothing about it, only able to watch helplessly as he died at the hands of two ordinary women.

"Many thanks, benefactor."

One woman walked up to Lin Ming and thanked him.

They had seen how Lin Ming defeated these mountain bandits and knew that Lin Ming was definitely a powerful Cultivator.

"There are still some other people being held captive; you two go and save them."

Lin Ming said to the two of them.

There were still quite a few people locked up in this stronghold, and Lin Ming couldn't be bothered to save them one by one, so he left it to the two women.

"Leave it to us."

The woman immediately agreed.

Lin Ming then walked over to Wu Wentao.

His gaze had been fixed on Lin Ming, staring at him intensely.

"They will not let you go."