Chapter Thirty-Eight: Wiped Out in One Go
The two of them, upon seeing Ye Feng, were like they had seen a savior, and immediately collapsed to the ground, their lips trembling non-stop, as if they had something to say but couldn't get it out, panting with ragged breaths.
Ye Feng poured out two "Baleful Maple Flower Qi Pills" from the gourd and had them take it. Before long, the complexions of the two people looked much better, and the bleeding on their bodies also stopped.
"Meng Changjun patted his chest and took a deep breath, saying: "Thank you, Ye Shidi. It's not that we're not capable, but those bandits are indeed very fierce, especially their leader, who seems to be a demonic cultivator with incredible physical strength. If you go there, Ye Shidi, you must be careful."
Seeing the two of them in such a sorry state, Ye Feng didn't find it amusing at all, but instead felt somewhat unhappy.
"These two useless pieces of trash, how can they also be people from my Inverse Heaven Sword Sect?! If I bring them back to the sect and Zixiao True Person finds out, I won't even dare show my face, and will probably get spat on! Let's go take a look!"
Look! Must go take a look! Ye Feng scratched his head, although they had conflicts before, but after all, it's their own people, just like two spouses quarreling, the two of them can turn the house upside down without any consequences, but if someone else comes to their home, even if they just flip a table, the master of the house will fight with him to the death.
Ye Feng supported the two into the house, turned around and rode on his horse, gritting his teeth and saying: "You two stay here to recover from your injuries, I'll go out for a stroll."
Wulong Village is not hard to find, dozens of torches illuminate the originally small mountain village with a fiery glow. Ye Feng secures his horse and strides towards the mountain village.
Two bandits responsible for guarding the mountain stronghold saw a stranger approaching from afar, carrying a machete. Just as they were about to step forward and ask questions, Ye Feng's finger moved slightly, and two sword pellets instantly pierced their throats. The two men didn't even have time to speak before they fell to the ground.
A group of bandits inside the mountain stronghold were surrounding a bonfire, killing chickens and sheep, drinking and having fun. Seeing Ye Feng, this stranger, rush in, they all stood up, each with a ferocious face, holding shiny big knives, like a group of deadly demons.
"Hurry up and call out your master! Those who don't want to die, step aside!" Yefeng shouted with a furrowed brow.
"Hah, where did this little punk come from? He's so bold with his words. Brothers, kill him for the big boss to drink!" A dozen or so bandits charged at Ye Feng, brandishing their large knives.
"Looking for death." Ye Feng quickly threw out a hand seal, and the sword bead "Frost Descent" flew out from his brow, transforming into a long sword in mid-air. Several silver lights flashed by, and several bandits had their throats cut before they could even see what was happening. The remaining ones saw that things were not going well, hastily dropped their weapons, and rolled and crawled back to the cave behind them.
Ye Feng closely followed the road and killed his way into the cave, where torches illuminated everything. A burly man with a bare back was sitting on a high stone, drinking wine.
The bandits who had just escaped into the cave knelt down in front of this person, pointing at Ye Feng with one hand and crying out: "Great King, a young whippersnapper has killed his way here, several of our brothers have just been killed by him, you must avenge us..."
The burly man saw Ye Feng and was taken aback for a moment, the wine jug in his hand smashing to the ground with a loud crash. He let out a thunderous roar: "Where did this little wild brat come from? How dare he run to my place and cause trouble!" The thick voice echoed throughout the entire cave.
Ye Feng stared intently at the burly man, whose face was covered in a thick beard, and who stood nearly two meters tall, with a torso consisting of chunky muscles, a chest full of hair, and two arms thicker than Ye Feng's thighs.
This must be the owner of Wulong Village. He looks just like a black gorilla in a zoo, nothing special about him at all.
Ye Feng smiled with his hands behind his back: "My surname is Ye, not Ye or whatever 'wild kid' you said. Listen well, I am Ye Feng, a disciple of the Inverse Heaven Sword Sect."
"Damn it, another one? Those two earlier who claimed to be from the Invincible Sword Sect, I punched them away with one fist. How did this ignorant one come here?" The bandit leader grabbed a handful of messy hair, really unlucky! This Invincible Sword Sect isn't someone you can easily provoke, and they can't even be killed, only beaten up and thrown out of the mountain stronghold.
"Alright, alright! Since you're a disciple of the Inverse Heaven Sword Sect, I'll just give you one beating to let you know that I'm not someone to be trifled with."
Before he could finish speaking, a burly man punched a giant boulder the size of a person beside him. "Boom", the entire cave shook as if it was going to collapse, and the boulder was instantly crushed into powder. The little rascal beside him raised his hands in excitement and cheered non-stop.
Ye Feng smiled, this punch looked quite powerful, at least a thousand kilograms of force, enough to intimidate people. But brothers casually threw out a punch, with five or six thousand kilograms of strength, still afraid of your little tickling force?
The village master was taken aback, how come this kid isn't afraid at all? He seems to be quite different from the previous two. It looks like this kid is a reckless fool, he needs to be beaten up before he knows what it means to be powerful! Alright then! Cut off one of his hands, and judging by his clothes, he doesn't seem to be some kind of powerful disciple either. Cutting off just one hand should be enough, probably no one from the Inverse Heaven Sword Sect will come to stand up for him.
A sharp metallic scraping sound suddenly rang out, and under the moonlight, the knife emitted a smooth silver glow, directly locking onto Ye Feng's right hand.
Want to cut me off? Ye Feng's eyelid lifted, his fingers lightly jumped and hooked, "Frost Down" and "Autumn Stand" two sword pellets instantly flew out from Ye Feng's fingertips, drawing two long silver-white light trails in the air.
The village head had just run a few steps forward when he suddenly felt something was wrong with his body, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. He looked down and saw that there were two holes the size of thumbs in front of his chest, from which wisps of cold air were escaping.
"Let you die with a clear understanding." Ye Feng retracted his sword, still standing with his hands behind him and said: "Just now, the two sword pellets 'Frost' and 'Autumn' have already pierced your chest. The instant chill has frozen your wound, so you can't see a single drop of blood. In fact, you are already dead."
Is he dead? The village master covered his chest, feeling the chill coming from his palm, and stared blankly at Ye Feng. Is this the true power of a cultivator? He is much stronger than the previous two!
With a thud, the bandit chief's body crashed onto the ground, sending up a cloud of dust and rendering the entire mountain stronghold silent.
Just now, the little rascals who were still shouting to cheer on the village master are all stunned in place, motionless. Their expressions look like they have seen a god descending from heaven. The invincible village master is actually as fragile as a piece of tofu in front of the cultivators!
Ye Feng raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the thugs finally came back to their senses, crying and screaming as they fled in all directions.
Looking at the village master who had just died, Ye Feng himself did not expect that the two sword pellets would have such great power. It was indeed worthy of being a collection of Zixiao True Man, and it was truly extraordinary.
