52: Kill two birds with one stone

“Come, come, drink!”

“Seventh Brother, fill my cup.”

“Drink!”

…Inside the stronghold, within the courtyard, a cacophony of sounds emerged.

Countless bandits held their wine bowls, clinking them together, and the strong scent of alcohol permeated the courtyard.

Drinking large bowls of wine, eating large chunks of meat!

The bonfire blazed!

Entering the courtyard, Han Li hid in the darkness, looking through the blazing bonfire towards the depths of the courtyard.

Dozens of bandits were completely drunk, their bodies swaying.

Some of the bandits had already fallen haphazardly in front of the bonfire.

The entire stronghold was filled with a lively atmosphere.

Han Li did not act rashly; he wouldn't make a move until he saw his target.

Scanning the situation in the stronghold, Han Li stepped out of the darkness, and under the cover of night, no one noticed his presence.

Han Li feigned calmness as he walked towards the central courtyard, holding a wine bowl in his hand.

“Come, drink, *hic*~”

A bandit staggered over, his face flushed. Han Li skillfully dodged him and continued walking into the courtyard, holding his wine bowl.

Upon reaching the main entrance of the courtyard, Han Li's gaze swept across the courtyard.

Inside the courtyard, a dozen bandits were drinking from their wine bowls, and among them, his gaze fell upon a figure seated on a tiger-skin armchair.

A middle-aged man dressed in a blood-red robe, with a scar on his forehead, looked extremely ferocious.

“Yang Feng!”

Han Li's eyes narrowed.

From the mission image, he could confirm that this blood-robed man was his mission target, Yang Feng of the Blood Wind Stronghold.

Late Stage Vein Opening Realm.

He was also the strongest person in the entire Blood Wind Stronghold.

“Brother Bai, welcome to my Blood Wind Stronghold. From now on, you are the Second Chief of my Blood Wind Stronghold. Come, let's have a drink.”

At this moment, Yang Feng, sitting on the tiger-skin armchair, spoke while holding his wine bowl. Beside him, another middle-aged man in white also raised his wine bowl for a toast, and the two drank the strong wine from their bowls.

“Hmm?”

“This person…”

“Is that imperial fugitive?”

Han Li's eyes flashed as he looked at the other middle-aged man in white who was drinking with Yang Feng.

A clear image appeared in his mind.

Han Li carefully compared them, and his heart skipped a beat.

Good heavens, it really was him.

Carefully comparing the mission image in his mind, Han Li was a hundred percent certain that this person was the target of his other mission, the imperial fugitive, Bai Qiushuang.

“It's so lively today, so it's for a celebration…”

Han Li's thoughts whirled, and he instantly understood.

This imperial fugitive was also a Late Stage Vein Opening Realm expert.

His strength was almost on par with Yang Feng of the Blood Wind Stronghold.

However, what puzzled Han Li was how this imperial fugitive came to be with the people of the Blood Wind Stronghold?

And to even become the Second Chief of the Blood Wind Stronghold, this was indeed somewhat incredible.

“Chief is too kind. I will need Chief's continued care in the future.”

At this moment, Bai Qiushuang, from another chair, took a sip of wine and spoke with a smile.

Hearing this, Yang Feng immediately chuckled: “Brother Bai, no problem. You are the Second Chief of my Blood Wind Stronghold. From now on, we will share blessings and face difficulties together.”

“Thank you, Chief.” Bai Qiushuang smiled, draining his wine bowl… Two mission targets appearing at the same time was a good thing for Han Li.

No need to spend time searching, killing two birds with one stone!

However, the difficulty factor also increased significantly.

They were more difficult to deal with than demonic beasts.

These two fellows possessed martial arts; one could dominate a region and live freely, naturally possessing ability.

The other could escape the pursuit of the imperial court, so his abilities were naturally not few.

Han Li had confidence in himself, but it had not reached the point of blindness.

Two Late Stage Vein Opening Realm Martial Artists working together, the difficulty factor was more than just doubled.

Han Li scanned the situation in the courtyard; there were many people.

“If I could launch a surprise attack first, perhaps the difficulty would be significantly reduced…”

With this thought in mind, Han Li stepped into the courtyard, holding his wine bowl.

One hand secretly gripped two steel needles, and the True Qi within his body circulated silently.

One step, two steps… The distance to his two targets grew closer and closer.

Han Li's spirit, energy, and mind were all concentrated to their Peak.

Assassination.

This step was also a crucial one.

He had slain many monstrous demonic beasts, but he had not yet killed a Martial Artist.

Han Li didn't have absolute certainty.

However, since he had already come, he would not easily retreat.

Opportunity knocks but once!

The Blood Wind Stronghold was in a strategically important location; such an opportunity would be difficult to come by a second time.

The noisy sounds came from his ears as Han Li approached step by step. When he was only a dozen steps away, he stopped.

In his mind, he had simulated it countless times.

“Now is the time!”

With a thought, Han Li flicked his hand, and two steel needles shot out, heading towards Yang Feng and Bai Qiushuang respectively.

“Come… Hmm?”

At this moment, both of them simultaneously sensed a dangerous aura, and their two figures quickly dodged.

“*Ch—!*”

The steel needles, empowered by True Qi, were extremely fast, but the two's reactions were not slow. They dodged the fatal blow at the last moment, but their skin was still pierced by the steel needles, and blood flowed from their foreheads.

“Damn it!”

Seeing the two simultaneously dodge the fatal blow, Han Li cursed inwardly.

The reaction speed of Martial Artists was extremely fast, far more than double the difficulty of assassinating two ordinary bandits.

And at this moment, both of their gazes simultaneously fell upon Han Li.

Killing Intent surged in Yang Feng's eyes.

“Who are you?”

A low voice sounded, and as Yang Feng spoke, the courtyard instantly fell silent.

“*Swish—!*”

Han Li said nothing, shifting his body. The speed of Divine Travel Eight Desolations erupted to its Peak, like instantaneous movement, directly flashing behind Yang Feng.

True Qi erupted, and the blood Qi within his body condensed into a single point. Silver light covered his fist, and a terrifying punch exploded the air, smashing towards Yang Feng's back.

“*Crack—!*”

The terrifying punch landed, and Yang Feng's body instantly flew out, smashing against a large rock in the courtyard. A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and his upper clothing was directly torn, but he was wearing a close-fitting black soft armor underneath.

“Dark Gold Soft Armor!”

Han Li's eyes narrowed.

At this moment, Yang Feng, who had landed, immediately got up, blood staining the corner of his mouth. He looked at Han Li, a hint of shock in his eyes.

That punch just now almost took his life. If not for wearing the Dark Gold Soft Armor, he might have been finished.

And this scene instantly broke the clamor of the entire stronghold.

Only when the Chief spat blood did the bandits outside notice this scene.

Dozens of pairs of eyes fell on Han Li.

“Go, kill him!”

Yang Feng roared, his voice like thunder echoing through the stronghold.

Hearing the Chief's words, all the bandits instantly snapped back to their senses, rushing towards Han Li like hungry wolves.

“*Buzz—!*”

Han Li wasted no words. A flash of light in his hand, and the Dragon Pattern Spear instantly appeared in his grasp.

A silver flash, and a sharp spear shadow instantly whistled out.

The spear, king of weapons!

The Life-奪ing Spear Technique, after reaching Minor Achievement, its power became even more terrifying and unparalleled.

The spear shadows themselves possessed powerful lethality.

One spear, sweeping away a thousand troops.

The few bandits who rushed forward were struck by the terrifying spear shadow, instantly pierced through, their lives taken.

Blood Qi emerged, sealed by the demonic seed.

A strong scent of blood instantly diffused, sweeping through the stronghold.

This scene also instantly sobered up the drunken bandits.

One spear slaughtered several people; who the hell was this ruthless person!

“*Swish—!*”

His figure flashed, and Han Li instantly disappeared from his original spot.

He shook his long spear, and the spear moved like a Dragon.

White Dragon!

The Dragon Pattern Spear erupted with a Dragon roar, instantly striking towards Bai Qiushuang.

This fatal blow instantly made Bai Qiushuang's soul fly out of his body. He unhesitatingly pulled out a weapon to block.

“*Clang—!*”

A crisp sound of metal rang out, sparks flew, but an ordinary weapon was no match for his Dragon Pattern Spear. It shattered in an instant, fragments flying everywhere.

“*Puchi—!*”

A spear pierced Bai Qiushuang's chest, and blood instantly gushed out.

“*Roar—!*”

Divine Travel Eight Desolations flashed, and Han Li closed in directly. A fierce tiger roared, and a giant fierce tiger appeared out of thin air, its roar like thunder, causing the entire courtyard to tremble.

A terrifying wave of Qi rushed towards him. In that instant, Bai Qiushuang lost his composure. Just as he reacted, Han Li's punch had already landed on his chest.

“*Puff—!*”

A punch from a Third Realm Divine Ability, combined with the power of his continuously transforming Physical Body, directly pierced through his chest. A bloody, gaping hole appeared, and blood sprayed all over Han Li.

His chest was pierced, his internal organs directly shattered, and his heart exploded. Even with the extraordinary vitality of a Martial Artist, he died instantly.

A powerful Blood Qi emerged, the demonic seed pulsed, instantly sealing the Blood Qi.