C16 Homicide

The Shiwan Mountain in the early morning was covered by a dense layer of mist, and in the midst of the multicolored light, it seemed especially green.

As Hong Ling walked towards the Black Mountain Thief's camp, the longsword in his hand flashed with a cold light. No one noticed that not far behind him, in the bushes, the mouths of the two corpses were constantly leaking blood.

His pace was neither slow nor slow, the faint aura of spirit energy surrounding his body was the embodiment of his profound art being pushed to the extreme.

《 Jiuzhuan Profound Technique》 was originally a peerless cultivation method, but at the moment, he was circulating it to its limits, so naturally he was able to draw in the spirit energy from the void, causing the Meridian Acupoints in his body to quickly become pure Authentic Qi.

The road to the mountain stronghold was paved with smooth bluestone blocks. Hong Ling's longsword gently sliced through these bluish black stone blocks, bringing out a few bright sparks, and with a clang, the sound of metal scraping against bluestone rocks was heard very far away.

On the observation platform of the stronghold, a bandit was staring fixedly at the young man who was slowly walking over. He did not know who he was, but he could tell that he was neither friend nor foe just by looking at the spark that was created by the sword on the limestone road.

He took off the iron bow on his back and nocked a wolf fang arrow onto it. The bow was like a full moon, with a bang, he released the bowstring, the arrow had already arrived in front of Hong Ling's forehead.

Hong Ling's pupils contracted, and an undetectable sword intent flashed past his eyes, in an instant, the arrow was actually split into two, and quickly slipped past the boy's two sides.

The bandits on the other watchtower had also seen this scene and quickly sounded the alarm clock on the watchtower before shouting out.

Dong! Dong! Dong! The sound of the bell echoed throughout the mountain stronghold. Countless bandits, who were still sleeping, suddenly woke up and rushed out. They held their weapons as they escorted Zhang Yan to the entrance of the stronghold.

Zhang Yan looked at Hong Ling who was slowly walking towards her, and a look of shock flashed past her eyes. He couldn't understand how this young man came back to life in the well that was sealed by a giant boulder.

"This must be an illusion. How can this kid still be alive?!"

Seeing that Hong Ling was still alive, Zhang Yan's eyes were filled with chilliness. He would never forget the scene of the youngster near death in Hidden Dragon Village biting one of his subordinates to death. was like a bloodthirsty ghost.

Zhang Yan was not afraid, compared to the original small team of 50 people who massacred the village, he had more people by his side now, a team of almost 300 people, this made him extremely confident, even if there was an expert from Qi Refinement into Spirit here, he was confident that with the advantage of numbers, he could easily kill them all.

Hong Ling looked at the densely packed crowd before him, a bloodthirsty look flashing past his eyes.

"Black Mountain Thief Zhang Yan, do you still remember me?!"

His tone was cold, and his aura surged like a raging tide that was about to swallow him up.

"Who do I think it is? So it turns out to be the remnant of the Hidden Dragon Village. What, you've thought it through today, and are here to join my Black Mountain Stronghold?"

Behind him were the elites of the Black Mountain stronghold. Although there weren't many Awakened ones, there were still seven early stage Essence Refinement into Qi experts.

Furthermore, after the incident at Hidden Dragon Village, he had already successfully risen to the mid stage of Essence Refinement into Qi, so naturally, he did not put Hong Ling, a newbie in the early stages of Essence Refinement into Qi, in his eyes.

"You guessed wrong!" Hong Ling laughed coldly, "I am not here to seek you out today, I am here to kill you!"

As soon as the youth said this, his figure flashed into the crowd, and an icy sword light flashed out in all directions.

With a chi sound, a few heads flew up to the sky, the reeking and salty blood Qi pervading the air, Hong Ling's attack succeeded, and in the blink of an eye, he was pushed back, quietly watching the chaos between the bandits.

Zhang Yan looked at the headless corpses in front of her, who were spitting blood all over, and the hand that was holding onto the ring blade suddenly tightened, he was unable to see Hong Ling's figure at all. When he came back to his senses, all of his subordinates were already decapitated, and they were all under his control, capable of fighting at the early stage of Essence Refinement into Qi.

"You killed four of my men in one move. Boy, it seems like you have a secret on you!"

Staring at Hong Ling's figure, Zhang Yan's eyes flashed with a hint of greed. Although had killed four of his subordinates in one move, he did not believe that this young man was capable of killing all of the people in the Black Mountain stronghold.

Even an expert from the Qi Refinement into Spirit would not be able to accomplish this, let alone an early stage Essence Refinement into Qi imp.

"I do have a secret on me!" Hong Ling grinned, "But, if you want to take it, you have to pay the price of blood!"

After he finished speaking, he flew backwards and then landed fifty feet away again. He glared at Zhang Yan and the rest with disdain.

"Stop him! How dare he kill my brother! Today, I want him dead!"

Zhang Yan roared. His subordinates brandished their sabers and instantly rushed forward. However, the bluestone path was somewhat narrow. There were only twenty or so people who could charge at them, and they were all ordinary characters.

Hong Ling's eyes flashed a look of ridicule, the sword in his hand flipped, with a tap of his feet, it flew around the crowd at lightning speed, chi chi chi chi. In an instant, blood splattered, all of them held onto their throats, lying on the ground unwillingly.

Staring at the bloody sword in his hand, the youth lightly flicked the blade, causing the blood flowing from the blade to be jolted away.

Clang, the sweet sound of metal came out very far, while Hong Ling's body was filled with dense Qi, he retreated step by step, as his pace was not fast nor slow.

"Take my bow!"

Zhang Yan spoke coldly to the people around her. Her eyes were filled with a cold killing intent.

Very soon, one of his men took his draw bird bow and placed it in the hands of this Black Mountain Thief. He quickly nocked his bow and nocked three arrows in an instant.

This kind of three arrow technique, was something that Zhang Yan could learn in the entire village. Every arrow had the power that he had used his full strength, and now, it had completely sealed off Hong Ling's path of retreat.

Looking at the incoming arrow, Hong Ling's eyes flashed with a serious look. He could clearly feel that within these three Wolf Fang Arrows, there was an extremely huge Authentic Qi hiding. Once he used his sword to strike it down, the moment the sword blade and arrow made contact, the power would instantly explode.

However, there was no need for him to use his sword to touch these arrows. A sharp glint flashed in the youth's eyes as he brandished three sword Qis.

Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! The three arrows were instantly split into six parts and dropped to the ground.

"Hmm?" Zhang Yan stared at the Wolf Teeth Arrow that was split into two halves and gasped. The arrow made from refined iron and the Authentic Qi that he was hiding in was actually split apart by a sword qi in an instant, not even having a chance to explode.

Zhang Yan had never encountered such a strange situation before.

Hong Ling retracted the sword intent from the Divine Court, forcing himself to retreat slowly after exhausting a large amount of his soul energy.

"What are you guys standing there in a daze for? Charge up to your father and chop him to death with random blades!"

Zhang Yan roared again. However, Hong Ling did not care about the minions that rushed over. With a flash, he had already hidden himself into the forest.

"Tribe leader, that kid jumped into the forest!"

A Luo Nan came to report. Zhang Yan looked at the twenty-odd corpses on the limestone road, her face full of anger.

"Send him out to me. Find him. I want him out for me. If I don't kill him, I won't be able to quell the hatred in my heart!"

Zhang Yan could not help but be angry, after all, he only had seven early stage Essence Refinement into Qi subordinates and killed four of them. Then, about twenty of them, who had already awakened their Authentic Qi, were decapitated.

Every single one of these strong subordinates would consume a large amount of resources and time to nurture one. But now, so many people had been killed by Hong Ling as if he were chopping vegetables;

Inside the dense forest, Hong Ling stood on a branch of a large tree. He looked at the bandit that had appeared under the tree and his figure instantly flashed.

When he landed on the ground, he rolled away and hid in the bushes. The dead body of the bandit was split open from the middle. Luo Yuan and a few other bandits, who had rushed over, were all staring at the corpse in shock.

Just as they were in a daze, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the bushes. A cold sword light quickly flashed by, and several large heads flew into the sky. The black shadow flashed by, and like a ghost, it instantly disappeared into the forest.

Everywhere he went, corpses would be left behind, and the people Zhang Yan sent out, were merely a hundred. Before dusk, these people had already been sent to hell by the youth himself.

This forest was simply too vast. When Hong Ling killed the bandits, he chose to kill them beside the dense shrubs, and once he succeeded, the youth would quickly move the corpses into the shrubbery. Thus, these hundred people were actually all killed by him.

It wasn't that he wasn't injured. Sometimes, when the bandits retaliated against him, they would also leave wounds on his body. Fortunately, Hong Ling's body's recovery rate was too abnormal, and these injuries did not cause any damage to him.

That night, Zhang Yan sat on her teacher's chair with an angry expression on her face. Out of the nearly hundred people he had sent out to search for her, only a few had returned.

His stronghold only had around three hundred people. Today, nearly a third of them were killed by Hong Ling, how could he be happy about this?

No one knew that in the dark night within the Black Mountain Stronghold, a black figure was silently lurking within a well. It was Hong Ling, and he was like a giant bat, easily sneaking into the Black Mountain Stronghold while it was dark, and quietly staying on the well wall.

Hong Ling's hand had already become a dragon's claw, and his sharp fingernails pierced the well walls, supporting his body. He had restrained all of his aura to the extreme, and even the bandits who were fetching water could not find any trace of him.

After it was late at night, the teenager climbed out of the well with a dagger in his mouth and a steel sword wrapped in a black cloth on his back.

His figure silently swam between the walls of the stronghold. Wherever he went, the night watchmen and bandits fell without a sound, the daggers in his hands cutting off their throats.

Inside the shared house where the bandits were sleeping, Hong Ling's figure was quickly moving, the sword intent on the longsword only flashed once, without any sign of aura. But even so, after the longsword was attached to the sword intent, it had already been cut into pieces, and before the sleeping bandits could even react, they were already completely asleep.

When the thick smell of blood filled the air, the entire mountain stronghold was deathly silent. The youth's body flashed and he had already left the Black Mountain stronghold.

In the Ju Yi Hall, Zhang Yan looked at the corpses that were being brought in nonstop, and fear slowly condensed in her eyes. She had originally thought that after killing nearly a hundred people in the dense forest today, Hong Ling would escape far away to recuperate, and would wait for the chance to start anew.

He hadn't thought that this devilish youth would be so audacious. He had sneaked into the mountain stronghold without anyone noticing and even assassinated so many people.

"How is it? Did you get a count of the number of people?!"

Zhang Yan's voice was a little shaky. As matters stood, even though he was used to licking blood from his knife, he had no choice but to admit that the shackles of fear had already formed in his heart.

"No more, no less, just a hundred people, including the three remaining experts of our village who are at the early stage of Essence Refinement into Qi!"

This man was the Master of the Black Mountain stronghold. Although his strength was not high, his status was very high in the stronghold. Even he had a deep fear in his voice.

How could that young man have such a powerful killing intent? He simply didn't regard human life as anything.

"Tribe leader, I'm afraid the brothers are feeling dispirited right now. We should have made our plans earlier!" The Grand Master's eyes were filled with glee.

Zhang Yan looked at this usually calm Grand Master who was far more decisive than anyone else, and her face was filled with fear at this moment.

"Forget it. Since that's the case, let's gather tomorrow and fight him to the death!"

Zhang Yan's eyes were filled with helplessness. She suddenly felt very tired, but she did not know that right now, the bonus was resting motionlessly on top of the tile while her eyes flashed with a dark golden light.