17: Section 17

But it was too late after all!

The sharp Sword Qi arrived in an instant.

Li Lao Er, whose old strength had just faded and new strength had not yet emerged, could only watch helplessly as that cold glint descended upon his head, completely unable to dodge, a look of terror appearing in his eyes!

“No—”

A shrill cry instantly echoed throughout the small mountain, but it ceased abruptly as soon as it began.

Pfft!

Accompanied by a clear sound of Sword Qi piercing flesh, a spurt of blood flew out, bringing with it a head soaring into the sky.

If one looked closely, they would see that the eyes on that head were wide open.

Evidently, he was still in shock until his death.

Bang!

The head fell to the ground, tumbling into the dust.

And with this mournful cry, some bandits were also alarmed.

When they rushed out, they discovered that Li Lao Er had been decapitated.

“Second Boss!”

“The Second Boss is dead!”

“He killed the Second Boss!”

The bandits cried out in alarm, falling into chaos.

Most of them were ordinary people, and even if they had some Cultivation, it was only at the third or fourth level of the Body Forging Realm, at most the fifth or sixth level.

Seeing that the Second Boss, who was in the True Spirit Realm, had died, they were naturally terrified.

Witnessing this scene,

Chu Mo did not hesitate at all and directly charged into the crowd.

Strike while the iron is hot!

These bandits had wreaked havoc in the region, each with numerous evil deeds on their hands, so killing them carried no burden.

Chu Mo darted left and right, a single person with a single sword moving freely, blood splattering wherever he went.

Almost every sword strike claimed the life of a bandit, a good head soaring into the sky.

In just a blink of an eye, more than half of the bandits here had been slain by him!

The remaining ones were all scared out of their wits, trembling with fear.

“Who dares to act so presumptuously in my Black Wind Stronghold!”

“Stop right there!”

Just then, a furious roar suddenly echoed through the mountains.

And the bandits, who had been terrified, immediately became overjoyed.

“It’s the First Boss!”

“The First Boss is here, we’re saved!”

“First Boss, this person has killed many of our brothers, you must kill him to avenge our brothers!”

All the bandits were pleasantly surprised.

At the same time,

From the direction of the roar, a figure, enveloped in a mountain-shaking, sea-roaring Aura, shot forth like a sharp arrow!

Chu Mo looked in the direction of the sound.

【Name】: Yang Yuan

【Realm】: True Spirit Realm Third Level

【Fate】: Unremarkable (White)

【Destiny】: Proficient in Fists and Palms (Green), Spiritual Qi Perception (Blue), Death Imminent (Black)

【Life Script】: None

【Recent Turning Point】: Plundering the Taichu Holy Land’s affiliated force’s ore vein, great disaster imminent, death approaching.

Spiritual Qi Perception: Naturally sensitive to Spiritual Qi, possessing a Cultivation speed superior to ordinary people.

Proficient in Fists and Palms: Highly skilled in martial arts involving fists and palms, able to pick them up more easily and unleash stronger power.

Chapter 15: Annihilate Them All, Leave No One Alive!

While the person was still on their way, Chu Mo had already seen all of their information clearly.

The Realm was not high, only True Spirit Realm Third Level.

But it was worth noting that

This person actually had one green and one blue destiny.

“Such a small Black Wind Stronghold, yet it has such a figure?”

Chu Mo was a little surprised.

With such talent, if they were to enter some small or medium-sized Sect, they would be enough to become a Core Disciple!

Though a little puzzled in his mind as to why he had become a bandit, the person was about to strike with a palm, and Chu Mo did not hesitate, sweeping out with his Qing Suo Sword.

A flash of light streaked by.

The sharp Sword Qi, imbued with a strong killing intent, slashed towards Yang Yuan.

The power made Yang Yuan’s scalp tingle, and he instinctively used both palms to block, trying to swat away the Sword Qi.

Clang!

The moment the sword and palms met, a crisp sound suddenly rang out.

The sword in Chu Mo’s hand hummed, while Yang Yuan’s palms were directly covered in blood, almost severed.

This terrified Yang Yuan.

He Cultivated martial arts of fists and palms, and his iron palms were enough to split stone tablets and crack rocks; ordinary knives and swords would not even leave a white mark when striking them.

But now, this young Martial Artist nearly severed his palms with just one sword strike.

Such strength was simply unheard of.

“Who exactly are you, and why do you come to my Black Wind Stronghold to wreak havoc?!”

Yang Yuan had a mind to negotiate.

“I am a Disciple of the Taichu Holy Land, specifically ordered to eradicate the Black Wind Stronghold!”

Chu Mo coldly shouted, then said no more nonsense, continuing to attack with his sword.

As for Yang Yuan,

Upon hearing Chu Mo’s words, his heart trembled, and his face turned deathly pale.

How could a Disciple of the Taichu Holy Land come here?!

His face showed an expression of disbelief, almost unable to believe his ears.

That was a Holy Land!

A colossal entity that had passed down its Legacy for countless ages, overlooking the Eastern Wang Dao Domain, suppressing all beings!

How could it have set its sights on his small bandit den?

Yang Yuan truly couldn’t understand.

But one thing, he understood very well.

That is, once targeted by a Holy Land, from then on, no matter where one fled, there would be no way to survive.

“I beg for mercy, I beg for mercy!”

Yang Yuan was very direct, immediately wanting to beg for mercy.

But Chu Mo was completely unmoved, and as a brilliant sword light swept across, it directly severed one of Yang Yuan’s arms.

The latter immediately let out a scream.

“It’s death either way, I’ll fight you to the death!”

Yang Yuan knew that Chu Mo would not let him go, so at this moment, his inner courage was instead ignited, and he fought Chu Mo with a ferocious expression.

“If courage were useful, what would be the point of strength!”

Chu Mo snorted coldly, thrusting out a sword.

The sharp sword light swept across, carrying an Aura that looked down upon the world, directly slashing towards Yang Yuan’s neck.

The speed of this sword was too fast!