309: See Taurus again

This group of black-clad men wielding scimitars did not look like ordinary sand bandits at all.

Their movements were extremely agile, their actions were quite methodical, and their coordination was remarkably tacit. Furthermore, three of the leaders among them seemed to possess profound martial arts skills, so they began hacking and slashing as soon as they charged into the crowd.

Although there were capable bodyguards within the caravan, they were at a numerical disadvantage. As the enemy pressed their attack, they were forced into a steady retreat, and many had already been injured. Although no one had died yet, if the fight continued like this, it would be a mercy if anyone here survived!

However, as the caravan fought and retreated, they ended up right next to a person sitting on a horse at the very back who had remained motionless the entire time.

This person was extremely tall; sitting on the horse felt like he was riding a large dog, with his feet less than half a foot from the ground.

And this horse was already a rare, tall steed from the grasslands.

"Mr. Hasgard, please, you must act! We... we have no way out!"

The leader of the caravan guards turned his head abruptly and said anxiously to the person on the horse.

The person on the horse, who had kept his head buried in his cloak the whole time, couldn't help but smile slightly upon hearing this. He took off his hood, revealing a dark, resolute face.

He saw the man flip off his horse, walk past the crowd, and say with a faint smile, "Just stand there and don't move..."

The group of black-clad men opposite them was aggressive, but when they suddenly saw a burly man about two meters tall walking over, whose Aura seemed to reach straight to the heavens, the leading black-clad man couldn't help but frown. He then suddenly opened his hand and clenched his fist, signaling them to stop their charge.

"Where are you from, brother? Stepping out this time... are you looking to mediate?"

The masked leader of the black-clad men stood in front of this man, holding his scimitar, and said in a deep voice.

"If you were seeking revenge, then I suppose this would be mediation, but you aren't seeking revenge, are you?"

The burly man tore off his cloak, revealing a body of solid muscle that looked like a wall.

The leader of the black-clad men was already quite tall among his group, but in front of this man, he looked like a dwarf.

"Then what are you here for?"

The leader of the black-clad men said in a deep voice.

Behind the giant, the leader of the guards suddenly took a wooden tablet from his bosom and shouted loudly, "Bounty hunter Chen Yushan is here to apprehend the thief! Erdu, you have been marauding back and forth across the Hexi Corridor, burning, killing, and looting, committing every evil imaginable. Today, your death is at hand!"

"You see... that's the logic..."

The burly man chuckled, "Unfortunately, I am also a bounty hunter... Actually, I'm just doing this to make a living, that's all!"

"Heh, hahaha... I wondered who it was; turns out it's the lackeys of the authorities. Hmph, just relying on you bunch of good-for-nothings... you think you're worthy of capturing me? How laughable... Boys... kill them all..."

As he spoke, the sand bandit named Erdu laughed loudly, and with a single call, a hundred men responded. A hundred or so skilled fighters behind him brandished their scimitars and charged towards Mr. Hasgard, shouting and yelling.

Mr. Hasgard did not make any grand movements; instead, he shook his head helplessly and said something that no one understood, "Forget it, something is better than nothing..."

He spread his hands, and the moment those sand bandits came within a meter of him, an invisible wave of power surged out from his palms...

Hum... Boom!

The instant this power erupted, the scimitars in all the sand bandits' hands suddenly snapped in two. Only then did they realize belatedly that they were sent flying, each spitting blood. In the blink of an eye, a dozen people had been killed on the spot. The only one left in front of him was the sand bandit leader named Erdu, but he was now kneeling on the ground, unable to move, with blood flowing from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. Because he was the closest to Mr. Hasgard, the attack, which felt like a sound wave, had struck his brain directly. In that single instant, his brain had already been churned into mush by this power; he was clearly dead beyond any doubt!

The bounty hunters shouted in unison and rushed forward, tying up all those who had lost their ability to fight.

Mr. Hasgard gave a helpless, bitter smile, withdrew his palms, and turned to the leader of the bounty hunters, saying, "Sorry, I was a bit too heavy-handed and killed him!"

The leader laughed heartily, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter! The government warrant says dead or alive. This guy has committed too many evils, so this way of dying is letting him off easy. Heh, I haven't seen Mr. Hasgard take action in a long time. Seeing it this time is still just as shocking; it's truly rare!"

Mr. Hasgard smiled, grabbed his cloak, put it on, and said with a smile, "Then the old rules apply: the credit is yours, the money is mine..."

"Heh, don't worry, just go to the Mi Family Old Store in Dunhuang City in three days to collect it!"

The leader chuckled.

Mr. Hasgard was just about to exchange a few polite words when his nerves suddenly tightened. He looked up abruptly and saw a bald monk standing on the mountaintop, watching him with a beaming smile.

Mr. Hasgard suddenly realized who this person was. He couldn't help but scratch his head, then turned to the leader and said, "Since that's the case, thank you very much. I have other matters to attend to, so I will take my leave first..."

As he spoke, he didn't wait for the leader to answer; his body shot up from the ground, flying towards the mountaintop.

The leader couldn't help but click his tongue repeatedly, "When will I ever have such ability?"

In just five or six seconds, Mr. Hasgard was already standing in front of the bald man, smiling, "How have you been, Holy Monk? What made you think of coming to the Western Regions?"

"Mr. Hasgard, it has been a long time. I never expected you to have become a bounty hunter hired by the authorities... The strangeness of the world is truly something to marvel at. I wonder, have you found your own path?"

Tang Ku pressed his palms together and bowed.

That's right, this person was none other than Hasgard, the Taurus who had previously clashed with Tang Ku but was ultimately enlightened by him and Shi Jingmo.

Since he left, that golden saint cloth had remained standing near the Flaming Mountain, and no one had ever been able to move it even half a step; even those with magical powers could not move it in the slightest.

"I pursued the Peak of martial arts, and after abandoning all my cultivation, I started to Cultivate again, but now I have hit a Bottleneck!"

Hasgard chuckled, "I originally intended to achieve a Breakthrough through more battles, but unfortunately, I have never been able to find a suitable opponent... Since you are here, Holy Monk, why don't we spar? To be honest, I haven't encountered a decent opponent in a long time!"

Tang Ku was slightly taken aback, then smiled, "I see. Are you following the path of breaking through through actual combat? Hmm, that is an idea. I sense a certain Dao essence from you, which has the same effect as the Power Law I am familiar with... It just so happens that I will spar with you to compare our insights..."

Hasgard was overjoyed and immediately got into a stance, chuckling, "Then you must be careful. I recently gazed at the setting sun and suddenly had some enlightenment. I might not even be able to control the next punch!"

Tang Ku smiled, "Feel free to strike, benefactor. This monk's body... is still quite sturdy!"