The two men crept towards Chen Tang and, without a word, swung their knives to slash!

Swoosh!

The glint of the blade flickered and vanished.

In the dim and decrepit temple, it was as though lightning had struck, suddenly illuminating the surroundings!

The two bandits from Wushan Village were momentarily dazzled.

The next moment, they felt weak all over, their consciousness fading. They had only taken a few steps before collapsing to the ground, their throats slit, already dead!

"Brother, your saber is fast!"

The black-clad youngster was locked in a brutal fight with the seventh leader of Wushan Village, besieged and in danger. Catching sight of the scene from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but exclaim aloud.

He had seen Chen Tang with a saber on his waist, entering the temple alone, and had guessed he must have some skills.

Yet, he hadn't expected Chen Tang's sword skill to be so astonishing!

Meanwhile on the other side.

Three men approached the man in the straw hat from different directions.

Buzz!

Their long swords were just raised but not yet swung down, when a sword hum resonated throughout the temple.

The man still had his straw hat covering his face, but the long sword in his arms had already been drawn.

Sword light danced, sweeping past the three men.

All three Wushan Village bandits froze in place. After a few heartbeats, blood began to trickle from their chests, quickly spreading and expanding.

Thud!

The three collapsed simultaneously, slain by the sword!

"Brother, your swordsmanship is excellent!"

The black-clad youngster and Chen Tang turned towards the man in the straw hat, almost in unison, offering their praise.

The man rose slowly, placing the straw hat back over his face, its brim drooping, covering nearly half his face. Then, he stretched lazily, murmuring, "You all are too noisy."

"Kill!"

The people of Wushan Village, witnessing this spectacle, shouted and charged forward swinging their blades.

The seventh leader frowned secretly at the sight.

In this broken temple, they had unexpectedly encountered a few experts!

The black-clad youngster before him, so young, had already cultivated to Sixth Grade Bone Marrow Cutting. His spear technique was fierce, each move powerful and full of the battlefield's might.

Though the seventh leader had reached the upper Sixth Grade, he found it hard to suppress this youngster in terms of strength.

If not for others holding the youngster back, and his reliance on the Corpse Transformation Technique's Corpse Qi and Corpse Poison, which caused the youngster some concern, he might not have been able to parry the youngster's spear.

The youngster wielding the saber was incredibly fast, a rarity in his life.

Probably only Fifth Brother Yaksha Ghost's fast saber could compare.

The man in the straw hat's appearance was unclear, but from his voice, he couldn't be too old, perhaps just in his twenties. His swordsmanship was exquisite, remaining composed and at ease even when surrounded by enemies.

This is a bit tricky!

The bandits of Wushan Village didn't have the high cultivation of the seventh leader. Most were Entry Level and couldn't even withstand a single slash from Chen Tang!

Chen Tang had cultivated his Burning Wood Saber to the third realm, capable of delivering twenty-seven strikes in one breath!

Even without using the Entering the Divine State, his casual swipe was as fast as lightning, making even a Ninth Grade Martial Artist struggle to react, let alone these bandits.

Charging into the crowd, Chen Tang was indeed like cutting through vegetables.

With every swing of his saber, a person would fall.

Moreover, he excelled in group combat techniques, remaining calm and composed despite being besieged by bandits.

Utilizing a nimble body technique and the skill of Listening to the Wind and Recognizing Shadows, he deftly weaved through the flurry of swords and knives, unscathed!

In the blink of an eye, over a dozen bandits had fallen dead.

On the other side, the Wushan Village bandits dealing with the man in the straw hat were also in trouble, retreating step by step.

The remaining bandits of Wushan Village were beginning to panic.

The seventh leader was still entangled with the black-clad youngster.

Before they could decide who would emerge victorious, it seemed they would all meet their end here!

The seventh leader's face was gloomy as he noticed the unfolding situation while exchanging blows with the black-clad youngster.

He had to come up with a plan.

Otherwise, once that saber-wielding youngster and the man in the straw hat finished off the others and teamed up with the black-clad youngster, he would surely face defeat, with no chance of escape!

"Do you know the consequences of offending Wushan Village?"

The seventh leader suddenly spoke, "I advise you all to give it a thought. You have family and relatives; don't bring trouble upon them! Even if you're not afraid, can you protect your loved ones?"

"I'm not afraid."

The black-clad youngster said coldly, "Nor is my family!"

Chen Tang added, "All my family is dead. I just want to send you to meet them now."

"I'm just passing through; my family isn't here."

The man in the straw hat replied lazily while casually stabbing another Wushan Village bandit to death with a furtive sword attack.

Seventh Leader: "..."

He felt as if he had punched a sheet of cotton, overwhelmed by a sense of futility.

In the Bingzhou area, who wasn't terrified at the mention of Wushan Village, fearing it threefold?

These three youngsters truly didn't know the vastness of the heavens and the earth!

Watching as his comrades dwindled around him.

The seventh leader suddenly swung his sleeve, scattering a handful of putrid black sand towards the black-clad youngster!

The black-clad youngster immediately sensed a foul stench approaching, his heart jolting. He quickly raised his sleeve to cover his face, holding his breath as he retreated.

Two Wushan Village bandits, unable to dodge in time, had a few grains of black sand land on their faces, causing their skin to quickly fester and blister.

"Ah!"

Instinctively, they reached to scratch, tearing off a large piece of skin and screaming in agony as black qi enveloped their faces, rolling on the ground in unbearable pain.

Temporarily forcing the black-clad youngster to retreat, the seventh leader didn't flee but instead sidestepped and lunged towards the white-clothed girl pressed against the wall, paralyzed with fear.

"Despicable!"

The black-clad youngster shouted, raising his spear in pursuit.

But just as he had created some distance, it was already too late to rescue her.

Meanwhile, Chen Tang and the man in the straw hat were engaged with the Wushan Village bandits, unable to assist.

Watching the white-robed girl about to fall into the hands of the Seventh Chief, the originally bewildered and motionless girl suddenly had a glint of brilliance in her eyes!

Swish!

The sword light flashed!

The outstretched hands of the Seventh Chief were chopped off with a single sword strike!

"Ah!"

The Seventh Chief screamed miserably, retreating continuously, blood gushing from the severed wrists, staring in horror at the white-robed girl before him.

What was going on?

How could this seemingly harmless girl suddenly lash out and hurt someone!

This girl was clearly unarmed, where did the sword come from?

Seeing this scene, Chen Tang felt relieved in his heart.

Thinking it through, he found it unsurprising.

The white-robed girl's acting was indeed excellent, she almost fooled even him.

Moreover, he hadn't even seen where the white-robed girl suddenly pulled out a sword from.

That sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, the blade slightly trembling, soft as water, creating ripples, it was an exceptionally rare soft sword!

A soft sword is harder to cultivate and control than a normal sword, so not many people use it.

"Great sword, Miss!"

The black-clad youth couldn't help but exclaim upon seeing this scene.

The white-robed girl's face darkened, spitting lightly, "I think you are the great cheap one!"

"You, why are you insulting people?"

The black-clad youth was stunned for a moment, meanwhile sweeping his spear to knock a Wushan Bandit flying.

"I meant you!"

The white-robed girl said, "It's all your fault for ruining my plan!"

Before she finished speaking, the white-robed girl swung her sword again, severing the Seventh Chief's tendons, preventing him from escaping, then rushed into the crowd with her sword.

Her soft sword never clashed head-on with the opponent's weapons, hitting once and retreating.

Her swordsmanship was fast and dense, the sword techniques flexible and varied, elusive and unpredictable.

Even if the weapons blocked the sword blade, the sword's tip had already bypassed the weapon, lightly stabbing the vital parts!

The soft sword in the white-robed girl's hand was like a spirit snake, with each strike causing someone to fall to the ground with a sword wound.

In a blink of an eye, the Wushan Village bandits were reduced to very few.

Chief Zhuang failed to escape, dying amidst the chaos.

The remaining few saw the situation was bad, shouted, and scattered in all directions.

Chen Tang and his group chased them, killing all the escaping bandits, and then returned to the ruined temple.

Over there, the Seventh Chief's tendons were severed, his wrists cut off, drenched in sweat from the pain, unable to escape, merely gritting his teeth, glaring viciously at the four of them.

"Who exactly are you four, daring to take on my Wushan Village!"

The Seventh Chief asked through gritted teeth.

He suspected these four people were specifically lying in ambush here to target him!

The white-robed girl said, "I don't know them."

"I don't know them either,"

the black-clad youth replied.

Chen Tang also said, "Just passersby."

The straw-hat man remained silent, seemingly too lazy to respond.

The Seventh Chief was a little confused.

Did these four not know each other before, and only joined forces because of him?

"Speak!"

The white-robed girl stepped on the Seventh Chief's chest, her eyes no longer innocent and bewildered, she waved her fist, asking viciously, "Where is Wushan Village?"

"Heh heh."

The Seventh Chief sneered, closing his mouth with no intention to speak.

"What are you so smug about, you necrophilia!"

The white-robed girl stomped on the Seventh Chief's chest, then crouched down, grasping his severed wrist and squeezing hard!

"Ah!"

The Seventh Chief let out a miserable scream, passing out on the spot from the pain.

The black-clad youth jumped back, looking at the white-robed girl with eyes full of hidden fear.

This girl had just been harmless. Now she seemed like a ruthless demoness.

The white-robed girl fetched some rainwater, pouring a bucketful on the Seventh Chief's face, waking him up.

She crouched beside the Seventh Chief, starting to torture him again.

Occasionally severing a toe, sometimes crushing a piece of bone, all were minor injuries, not fatal.

The Seventh Chief was tough, screaming repeatedly yet refusing to give in.

The black-clad youth watched with growing apprehension.

The straw-hat man couldn't stand it anymore, speaking up, "This isn't working, you should cover his face with a cloth, then pour water on it, that's how you torment him properly..."

Chen Tang listened, secretly clicking his tongue, and couldn't help but glance at the straw-hat man.

This is water torture!

This guy is quite professional...

"Does it work?"

The white-robed girl asked half-doubtfully.

"Give it a try,"

the straw-hat man said, "He's too noisy, very annoying."

The white-robed girl, following the straw-hat man's method, covered the Seventh Chief's face with a rag and began pouring water.

Gulp, gulp!

Water poured into the Seventh Chief's nose and mouth, causing him to struggle and convulse violently, seemingly more than a hundred times more painful than before, unable to speak.

It sure quieted him down.

The straw-hat man exhaled gently, ready to go back to sleep in the corner.

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