Chapter 281: Destroy both of his rope-cutting claws!

As soon as Sang Zhixia finished speaking, the group of people who had been showing weakness temporarily, led by Lin Yun, quickly moved towards Sang Zhixia at the fastest speed and took out the weapons hidden on their bodies.

Scimitar, soft whip, tiger-knuckle dagger.

Beneath the cold blade, there was a murderous intent.

They were not afraid of these villagers, nor were they unable to defeat them.

He had been suppressing his temper and speaking nicely to the villagers, simply because he didn't want to show his edge in public and cause trouble for Sang Zhixia.

But when it comes to fighting to take one's life...

Lin Yun raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, then flicked his wrist and whipped a deep whip mark on the ground, his eyes flashing with deadly cruelty.

The villagers, who were originally arrogant, were frightened by the murderous aura emanating from these people and their faces changed one after another, and they retreated in fear.

Sang Zhixia's expression remained unchanged. She gathered her cloak with one hand and said calmly, "Who cut the rope, and who hurt the person?"

"I've asked this for the second time."

"I don't have the patience to ask a third time."

The ferocious villagers showed their fear at this time. When they were met with Sang Zhixia's gaze, they avoided it and subconsciously looked in one direction.

Sang Zhixia looked in the direction he was looking, his eyes narrowed silently: "Is it you?"

Before the person Sang Zhixia was staring at could say anything, a middle-aged man with a beard stepped forward and said with a smile as if to smooth things over: "What's the point of cutting the rope or not? This is all a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding!"

"Oh, you don't know, the edge of that cliff is really sharp. Not to mention a straw rope, even the bottom of an iron pot would break if it hit it casually!"

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands after saying this, and sighed with regret on his face: "No one expected such an accident to happen, but fortunately, his life is safe. I have to thank the Bodhisattva for his eyesight and protection, otherwise..."

"The Bodhisattva cannot bless those who are determined to die."

Sang Zhixia interrupted him, mocking him, "If you want to have the gods and Buddhas open their eyes, then you should be more honest and less verbal. Otherwise, how can you ask the Bodhisattvas to open their eyes? Don't you agree?"

"this……"

"I don't have the patience to listen to your nonsense."

Sang Zhixia no longer wants to care about the tea trees, she just wants to get back at them.

Otherwise there is nothing to talk about!

Sang Zhixia said, "I heard that the village chief of Heiya Village is a middle-aged man with a beard. I think it must be you."

"Hand over the murderer who cut the rope and injured people to the village chief, and we can discuss the rest slowly."

The village chief didn't expect that Sang Zhixia, despite looking so young, would speak so sharply. He paused and laughed dryly, "I was just joking."

"How could there be a murderer in our village?"

Seeing that Sang Zhixia just curled her lips and didn't respond, she tentatively asked the village chief, "Everyone says it's all a misunderstanding. Accidents are inevitable in a panic. If we really want to investigate, it's a big deal. What can we do if we find out?"

"So what?"

Sang Zhixia laughed out of anger and said slowly, "I told the village chief that mistakes are inevitable in the chaos, but there should be some explanation as to where these mistakes came from."

"Since they hurt my people, the condition of the murderer should be the same as the condition of my people."

Sang Zhixia ignored the changing color of the village chief's face and said calmly, "The people under my command are all rare good-tempered, but I am not."

"Call me vindictive or petty, but if you don't hand him over to me today, this matter will remain unresolved."

Tea tree is optional.

We have to find a place.

If I force myself to swallow the anger I feel today, and my back becomes weak and my bones become soft, won't everyone think I'm easy to bully in the future?

The coldness in Sang Zhixia's eyes was more intense than ever before. As the smile on his face faded away, he brushed the collar of his cloak and said calmly, "Have you made up your mind with the village chief?"

"Will you hand him over voluntarily, or should I find him myself?"

The village chief really didn't expect that the girl in front of them would be so troublesome.

However, it is obviously impossible for a person who is used to being a local tyrant to easily fulfill Sang Zhixia's wish.

The village chief said with a forced smile, "It's my poor eyesight that I can't even recognize the family or origin of this distinguished person."

"But now that we've come to this, don't forget where you're standing. This is Black Cliff Village."

Heiya Village is far away from other villages and is located in a separate place.

Over the past few decades, I have fought countless times with people who have had the same idea for the little bit of tea that can be picked in the mountains.

Even people died.

Having said that, the village chief stopped pretending and let out a scoundrel-like laugh: "In Heiya Village, people are punished based on what they say. That's not something an outsider can decide."

Without the village chief's instructions, the villagers would not be so arrogant.

Sang Zhixia's face showed a hint of understanding, and she suddenly said, "So, the village chief doesn't intend to talk to me properly?"

The village chief sneered: "What you said, aren't we talking about it now?"

"It's just that it's not difficult to say it, but your request is too difficult. Even if I am willing to take a step back, but..."

The village chief pointed at the villagers around him who were like wolves and tigers, as if he had a headache, and shrugged and said, "Even the hundred or so men in our village can't agree to this!"

"You really make it difficult for me."

Sang Zhixia let out a smile and said playfully, "Is it difficult?"

"In that case, it's my fault."

“Not really…”

"Xue Liu."

Sang Zhixia ignored the half-sentence she was saying to the village chief, put her hand on Xue Liu's shoulder and said with a smile: "Did you see it clearly?"

Xue Liu flicked his wrist, the cold light on the blade caught his eye, and he smiled, "Don't worry, Boss."

When Sang Zhixia was talking to the village chief, the eyes of the surrounding villagers were always looking in one direction.

Xue Liu saw it clearly.

"very good."

Sang Zhixia patted Xue Liu's shoulder lightly, took a step back, and said coldly, "Do it."

"Break both of his rope-cutting claws!"

"You dare!"

"What am I afraid of?"

The seemingly harmless Sang Zhixia spun sideways, his cloak bringing up cold wind, and kicked the village chief in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

Sang Zhixia flew forward amid the screams and roars. A cold light flashed from his sleeve, and a cold and deadly dagger was pressed directly against the village chief's neck.

Sang Zhixia stepped on the chest of the village chief with one foot and pressed him to the ground. He leaned forward slightly and a string of blood beads came out from the blade of the dagger, which also instantly stopped the village chief's struggle.

The situation was reversed in the blink of an eye.

He and the village chief became meat to be slaughtered in Sang Zhixia's hands, and Xue Liu also accurately caught those who wanted to escape from the panicked crowd.

The man cursed and tried to resist, but Xue Liu's steady and ruthless blow with the back of his knife broke his shoulder blade. He fell to the ground with a thud, screaming in fear, "Village Chief! Village Chief, save me!"

"Village Chief, you asked me to cut the rope! I..."

"How dare you touch our people on the territory of Heiya Village? I think you are..."

Bang!

A sharp, crisp sound slapped the village chief's angry, gaping mouth sideways. Sang Zhixia, who had struck him, looked expressionlessly at the village chief's distorted face, saying word by word, "If you say any more, I'll knock your teeth out one by one and make amends to my people."

"you……"

Bang!

Sang Zhixia raised his palm and gave He Village Chief another satisfying slap in the face. After that, he quickly broke He Village Chief's jaw. When He Village Chief was struggling to jump up, he stabbed He Village Chief's shoulder with a dagger in his backhand. Amid He Village Chief's silent screams, he kicked He Village Chief and sent him flying.

The village chief, who was kicked to the ground like a broken sandbag, fell to the ground, covering his bleeding arm with a look of pain on his face.

Sang Zhixia's face was icy. She looked at the man who was being held down by Xue Liu and knelt on the ground. She said lightly, "Break his claws."