168: Chapter 168 The Festive Little Bandit

Seventy or eighty warhorses surged into Su Family Village like a torrent.

Ma Liu, the leader, rode a tall horse, holding a Ghost Head Great Saber in his hand. With a sinister grin on his face, he looked at the row of people and said:

"Brothers! Charge for me! Kill all the men, snatch all the women, and loot everything!"

The Banditss howled and brandished their weapons, charging toward the village.

The few sentries were about to resist.

But they were cut down one by one by Ma Liu.

Blood instantly stained the ground at the village entrance.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Ding's eyes turned red.

He drew the saber at his waist and roared at the twenty-nine Disciples still struggling on the Martial Arts Arena:

"Pick up your weapons! Face the enemy! Protect the village!"

Those twenty-nine Su Family Village Disciples no longer cared about their numb legs. They scrambled to grab the weapons beside them and stumbled toward the village entrance.

By the time they reached the village entrance, Ma Liu had already led the Banditss to the front.

Leading them, Ma Liu looked down at the twenty or so disheveled young men before him, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

Looking at this group, he immediately said mockingly:

"This is it? Just this bunch of trash?"

"Brothers, charge! Kill them!"

Ma Liu shouted, taking the lead and brandishing his Ghost Head Great Saber as he charged directly forward.

The Banditss behind him followed with howls.

Like a pack of hungry wolves pouncing into a flock of sheep.

Although those twenty-nine Su Family Village Disciples had already stepped onto the threshold of cultivation, they were only at the Qi Refining First Layer after all. Moreover, having knelt for a day and a night, their physical strength had long been exhausted.

Facing a powerhouse at the Foundation Establishment Stage like Ma Liu and seventy or eighty fierce Banditss, how could they possibly hold them back?

In just the first encounter.

"Puchi! Puchi!"

Blade lights flashed.

Three or four Su Family Village Disciples were directly cut down by the Banditss, blood splattering everywhere.

"Ah!!"

Screams of agony rose one after another.

Zhao Ding fought desperately at the front, cutting down one Bandits, but he was immediately entangled by two others, leaving him no time to worry about anything else.

The twenty-nine cultivators were directly scattered by a wave of the Banditss' charge, their formation collapsing instantly.

A few more screams.

Another five or six people fell into pools of blood, unable to stand up again.

"Bastard!!"

One Su Family Village Disciple's eyes were bloodshot as he frantically circulated the meager Spiritual Qi in his body, striking at a Bandits in front of him.

"Bang!"

That Bandits was sent flying by a punch, spitting blood as he hit the ground.

But before the Disciple could rejoice, Ma Liu's attack arrived.

"Go to hell!"

Ma Liu struck out with a palm, his thick Spiritual Qi surging out like an overwhelming tide.

"Boom!!"

That Disciple screamed as he was blasted over ten meters away, crashing into a wall and spitting blood, fainting on the spot.

"With just this little skill, you dare to block my path?"

Ma Liu sneered as he scanned the remaining Su Family Village Disciples, shouting extremely arrogantly.

These Disciples' faces were now pale, and their bodies were trembling.

Looking at the bodies of their companions on the ground, the fear in their hearts surged, and for a moment, they stood frozen in place.

But they didn't run.

Because behind them was Su Family Village, their home.

"Fight it out with these sons of bitches!"

A Disciple roared and was the first to charge up.

The others followed, roaring as they charged, circulating their Spiritual Qi to attack Ma Liu.

Over a dozen pathetically weak glimmers of Spiritual Qi flickered in the night, blasting toward Ma Liu.

Ma Liu didn't even look, just waving his hand casually.

"Scram!"

A majestic burst of Spiritual Qi erupted from his body, like a gale sweeping away fallen leaves, directly blowing all dozen or so Disciples away.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Those Disciples spat blood one by one, falling heavily to the ground. Some fainted on the spot, while others rolled on the ground clutching their chests. In an instant, a large number of these Disciples were lying on the ground.

With just one loud shout, half of the twenty-nine people were actually shaken to death, and the remaining half lay on the ground, semi-conscious.

Zhao Ding was also knocked down by the airwave.

The saber in his hand had flown off to who knows where.

He struggled to stand up, but a Bandits stepped on his chest, pinning him down.

"Hehe, First Boss is mighty!"

The Second-in-Command approached, flattering him with a fawning face.

Ma Liu laughed triumphantly, his triangular eyes full of murderous intent:

"With just this little skill, you dare to block me? I could slaughter this broken village by myself!"

HeLooking around, looking at the Su Family Village Disciples wailing on the ground, then at the dark houses in the village, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes.

Then Ma Liu waved his hand and shouted to his underlings:

"Brothers, search! Take all the Spirit Stones and Medicinal Pills! And find those women for me!"

The Banditss responded in unison, then dismounted one after another and headed toward the village.

Just at that moment.

"Creak—"

The door of the largest courtyard in the center of the village was suddenly pushed open.

A slender figure slowly walked out from the door.

Moonlight spilled through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating that face.

Su Bai.

He was only casually draped in an outer robe, his long hair scattered over his shoulders, and he was barefoot on the bluestone floor.

But his eyes were frighteningly bright.

His gaze swept over the dead and injured Su Family Village Disciples on the ground, finally landing on Ma Liu, who was on horseback.

A surge of pressure slowly radiated from Su Bai's body.

Ma Liu's triumphant smile froze on his face the moment he saw Su Bai.

He had seen this person.

Su Bai was now rising to fame in Yunzhou City.

Naturally, these Banditss had his portrait in their hands.

Otherwise, if they really offended Su Bai one day, they might not even know how they died.

At this moment, Ma Liu looked terrified, feeling a chill run from the top of his head down to the soles of his feet.

"You... You are Su Bai?!"

Ma Liu asked Su Bai with a trembling voice.

Wasn't it said that Su Bai went to attack Ze City?!

Why was he still in Su Family Village?!

Su Bai didn't answer Ma Liu. He just slowly walked to the center of the Martial Arts Arena, looking at the heavily injured Disciples on the ground, a hint of complexity flashing in his eyes.

Although these guys had made his teeth itch with hatred during the day, making him want to send them all home to farm.

But at this moment, even though they knew they couldn't win, not a single one had run away.

They used their lives.

To guard the gate of this village.

Su Bai took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, looked at Ma Liu, and said in a somewhat stiff tone, "Do you know what kind of place this is?"

Su Bai's voice was very soft, but everyone present heard it clearly.

Ma Liu's cold sweat broke out instantly.

"I... I know..."

He swallowed hard, his voice dry:

"This is... the place where you grew up, General..."