120: Chapter 120 This guy deserves to be called a heretical cultivator?

Hearing Zhao Ruoan's question, One-Eyed Dragon and his subordinates of bandits burst into roaring laughter as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Hhahahaha! Is this brat a fool?"

"He actually asked if we, the Black Wind Thirteen Killers, are famous?"

"In the outer periphery of the Black Wind Mountain Range, who doesn't know our brothers' reputation!"

One-Eyed Dragon laughed so hard he rocked back and forth, patted his chest with the back of his ghost-head saber, and said arrogantly, "Brat, listen well to your father here! Within a radius of three hundred miles, who isn't scared to pee in their pants when the Black Wind Thirteen Killers are mentioned? Our brothers have at least eighty or ninety lives on our hands! That caravan just now was our masterpiece!"

He pointed at the corpses on the ground, his face full of pride and cruelty.

"Oh." Zhao Ruoan nodded with an expression of "so that's how it is," "You killed just this many people, and it made you guys this cocky?"

One-Eyed Dragon's laughter abruptly stopped.

The expression on his face stiffened, feeling that these words sounded a bit off.

What does "just this many people" mean?

These were over a dozen lives!

Not only was this brat not afraid, why did his tone sound quite disdainful?

"Brat, what do you mean?" One-Eyed Dragon's single eye narrowed, flashing with a dangerous light.

"Nothing much." Zhao Ruoan spread his hands, "I just feel that you guys are a bit weak."

"What did you say?!"

"Seeking death!"

"Boss! Don't waste words with him! Slaughter him!"

The bandits of the Black Wind Thirteen Killers suddenly flew into a rage.

Running rampant in this territory, killing and looting, when had they ever been mocked to their faces like this?

"Charge! Chop him up for me!"

One-Eyed Dragon was also enraged; he thrust his ghost-head saber into the ground with a loud "clang" and gave orders to his subordinates.

As for himself, he crossed his arms, preparing to enjoy the scene of this brat being chopped into minced meat.

In his view, a delicate Young Master like Zhao Ruoan, even if he knew a few tricks of three-legged cat kung fu, could never be a match for his wolf-like and tiger-like subordinates.

Over a dozen bandits howled, brandishing their weapons and swarming forward.

Zhao Ruoan stood in place without moving at all.

He only turned his head and said to Qiuyin and Xiamo behind him, "You two, who goes first?"

"Ah?"

Both little maidservants were stunned.

"Young Master, what do you mean…"

"Don't be afraid." Zhao Ruoan smiled, "Among this lot, the one with the highest cultivation is only that One-Eyed Dragon, at the third layer of Qi Refining. The rest are just small fry in the Body Refining Realm. It's just right for you to practice your hands and get familiar with what a real life-and-death struggle feels like."

Although Qiuyin and Xiamo frequently sparred within the Sect, those were after all friendly sparring matches that stopped at the point.

This was the first time they experienced a real-life struggle involving real swords and guns that took lives.

Looking at those ferocious-looking bandits lunging forward, it would be fake to say they weren't nervous.

But thinking of Young Master watching from the side, boundless courage surged in their hearts again.

They couldn't lose face for Young Master!

"I'll go first!"

Qiuyin took a deep breath, let out a delicate cry, and actively met them.

She drew her sword, which was a High Grade Magical Artifact given to her by Zhao Ruoan while they were in the Sect.

The sword light flashed, and a chilling Sword Qi instantly permeated the air.

What she cultivated was the basic swordsmanship of the Qinghan Peak lineage; although it was only the basics, it had been personally edited and revised by Yun Qinghan, an Immortal Emperor Reincarnation, making it incomparably exquisite.

"Yo, the little girl dares to fight back?"

A bearded man grinned hideously and slashed his saber at Qiuyin.

Qiuyin's gaze condensed, her steps tapped lightly, and her figure, like a fluttering butterfly, nimbly dodged the blade's edge.

At the same time, she turned her wrist, and the long sword turned into a cold flash, stabbing towards the bearded man's throat.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless!

The bearded man only felt a blur before his eyes and a coolness in his throat. Lowering his head, he saw a section of the sword tip already protruding from the back of his neck.

"Uh…"

The hideous smile on his face froze, his eyes filled with disbelief, and then with a "thud," he fell flat.

A sword sealing the throat!

"Third Brother!"

The nearby bandits saw this scene, all shocked, and then flew into a rage.

"Stinking bitch! How dare you kill my third brother! Your father here will chop you into ten thousand pieces!"

Two bandits closed in from the left and right sides.

Qiuyin succeeded with her first strike, her confidence greatly increased, and the nervousness in her heart dissipated a lot.

Treading on the unique footwork of Qinghan Peak, her figure drifted unpredictably, shuttling freely through the attacks of the two bandits, continuously thrusting her long sword and bringing up sprays of blood.

"Puff! Puff!"

With two more muffled sounds, those two bandits also clutched their vital parts and fell to the ground screaming.

In just a few breaths, three people were killed in a row!

The remaining bandits were dumbfounded.

This… was this still the seemingly weak and delicate little maidservant from just now?

Why was she even more ruthless than fierce bandits licking blood from the edge of a blade when she started moving?

One-Eyed Dragon was also stunned; he rubbed his eyes, somewhat unable to believe it.

That little maidservant didn't look old, and her cultivation was only around the first or second layer of Qi Refining; how could her swordsmanship be so fierce?

While he was still dazed on this side, Xiamo on the other side couldn't hold back anymore.

"Big Sister is so amazing! I'm going too!"

The little girl gave a delicate cry and rushed out brandishing her sword.

Her personality was livelier than Qiuyin's, and her swordsmanship was also more agile.

Her figure was like a ghost, flashing through the crowd, and the long sword in her hand brought up a trail of afterimages.

"Ah!"

"My hand!"

"My foot!"

Screams rose one after another.

Xiamo didn't go for fatal blows with every move like Qiuyin; instead, she specialized in targeting the tendon strings of the bandits' hands and feet.

In a short while, another four or five bandits fell to the ground. Although they didn't die, they completely lost their combat effectiveness and could only wail and roll on the ground.

Zhao Ruoan watched from the side and nodded with satisfaction.

Qiuyin was calm and collected, with precise swordsmanship, suitable for frontal combat.

Xiamo was quirky and eccentric, with weird movement techniques, proficient at harassment and creating chaos.

Both girls were very talented, and when cooperating, their power was not bad.

Now, of the Black Wind Thirteen Killers, only the boss One-Eyed Dragon and his last two remaining standing trusted aides were left.

The three looked at their brothers rolling all over the ground; their faces no longer had the previous arrogance and greed, leaving only endless fear.

"Monsters! They are monsters!"

A bandit's psychological defense collapsed, and with a strange scream, he dropped his weapon and turned to run.

"Want to run?"

Zhao Ruoan flicked his finger.

An invisible burst of qi arrived first after lagging behind, accurately striking the bandit's back.

With a muffled "bang" sound.

The bandit was as if struck by an invisible heavy hammer, his entire chest sunken, spraying blood from his mouth, flying seven or eight meters away, and already breathless when hitting the ground.

This strike completely suppressed the remaining One-Eyed Dragon and the other bandit.

The two looked at Zhao Ruoan as if they saw a devil.

This young man, who hadn't made a move from beginning to end, was the most terrifying one!

"Sen… Senior, spare my life!"

One-Eyed Dragon dropped to his knees with a "thud," threw away his ghost-head saber, and kowtowed desperately.

"It was us who were blind and failed to recognize Mount Tai! We didn't know the three were passing Immortals! Begging the Immortal to spare our brothers' dog lives!"

The other bandit also knelt down to beg for mercy.

Zhao Ruoan leisurely walked up to them.

"Just now, weren't you very majestic?" He squatted down, looked at One-Eyed Dragon, and asked with a smile, "Didn't you say that when the Black Wind Thirteen Killers are mentioned, everyone is scared to pee their pants?"

One-Eyed Dragon's face was uglier than crying.

"Senior, please stop making fun of us. We are just a group of unranked petty thieves; compared to you, we aren't even as good as ants. We were wrong, we were really wrong!"

"Wrong?" The smile on Zhao Ruoan's face faded, and his voice also turned cold, "What about those dozen corpses on the ground? When you killed them, did you ever think of the words 'wrong'?"

One-Eyed Dragon felt a chill in his heart, knowing that today probably couldn't end well.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly pulled out a black dagger from his arms, coated with deadly poison, and fiercely stabbed it towards Zhao Ruoan's heart!

"Your father here will fight you to the death!"

He wanted to make one last desperate struggle.

However, his movements, in Zhao Ruoan's eyes, were as slow as a snail.

Zhao Ruoan was even too lazy to dodge.

"Clang!"

The poisonous dagger stabbed into Zhao Ruoan's chest, but it was like stabbing into a piece of divine iron, making a crisp sound and directly being shattered into pieces.

And Zhao Ruoan's clothes didn't even have a single wrinkle.

"This… How is this possible?!"

One-Eyed Dragon's single eye was filled with despair.

Even his Magical Artifact dagger coated with "throat-sealing upon seeing blood" poison couldn't injure the opponent in the slightest.

Just how formidable had this person's Physical Body reached?

"Fool."

Zhao Ruoan spat out two words and pointed out with a finger.

It landed right between One-Eyed Dragon's eyebrows.

"Puff."

A soft sound.

One-Eyed Dragon's head, like a watermelon, burst into a cloud of blood mist.

Red and white splattered all over the face of the bandit next to him.

"Ah—!"

The last bandit, frightened out of his wits by this bloody and terrifying scene, screamed and collapsed to the ground, his crotch wet and warm, emitting an unpleasant foul odor.

He actually, really pissed himself from fear.

Zhao Ruoan frowned in disgust.

"This even counts as a Demonic Cultivator? Truly a waste of my time."

With a kick, he sent the already crazy bandit flying, slamming into the mountain wall and turning into a pool of mush.

Thus, the "Black Wind Thirteen Killers" who ran rampant in the outer periphery of the Black Wind Mountain Range were completely annihilated.