122 A section of broken bone

At this moment, in the mountain stronghold, everyone is drinking and eating meat. They drink and eat heartily. Tomorrow will be another day of begging. Who knows, maybe they'll return intact. If they don't, then they certainly won't return.

Look at this vast Black Wind Stronghold. Are there any incomplete people here? Unless they're dead.

A man, deeply moved by the drink, stripped off his ill-fitting silk clothes and exclaimed loudly.

"Brothers, eat and drink well. We'll go for a drink together later. Everyone, line up properly. Don't make a mess of things."

This was followed by a burst of laughter. The crowd laughed even harder.

A wooden mountain stronghold with two courtyards. The front is the reception hall. The back is the chieftain's private residence.

The wooden fortress was quite simple. Tall logs were haphazardly propped up, and then thatched with straw. That was how the fortress was built.

Around this wooden frame, there are many lower thatched houses.

Inside some, people were drinking, eating meat, chatting, and bragging. In others, the sounds of terrified women could be heard.

Just then, a man ran up in terror, shouting, "Help! Help! Someone's attacked our mountain stronghold!"

At this moment, someone chuckled, "This kid's probably drunk again. Who dares come near Black Wind Stronghold? Aren't they afraid our King will kill them with a single claw? He's probably had too much to drink. If he's drunk, he should just go to sleep and sleep with women, what's with all the yelling?"

Suddenly, a scream rang out, "Ah, help!" The scream was chilling, piercing to the very depths of one's soul! Just thinking about it makes me feel pain.

The random sound stopped. Only then did everyone realize something was wrong; someone had actually attacked. They asked around, grabbed weapons, and rushed out. The alcohol instantly sobered them up.

They were shouting to each other, "Wake up! Wake up! Someone's really attacking! Brothers, kill them!"

'Could it be a sneak attack from a nearby village? Otherwise, who would dare to attack?'

With a loud 'bang,' a warning blast rang out in the air. Enemy forces were launching a sneak attack.

In an instant, over a hundred bandits arrived. These mountain bandits were well-trained, armed with knives, guns, and archers.

Dozens of archers. The archers' hands gleamed with a cold, blue light. Clearly, they'd been poisoned. They certainly weren't bandits.

Inside the hall, Huang's second son was enjoying a hearty meal of wild game. The game from the mountains was quite delicious.

The leader of Black Wind Stronghold just made an excuse to go to the backyard.

In the backyard, in a dark room, the Black Wind Chieftain slowly took out a three-foot-tall jade box from his robes.

Then, very, very carefully, it was opened. Inside was a section of human hand bone, with five fingers as translucent as white jade.

It looks like a rare treasure. And it even resembles a legendary relic!

The Vajra Claw of Buddhism, and the widely circulated Eagle Claw Kung Fu. Where exactly did the Black Wind Chieftain inherit his skills?

The Black Wind Chieftain spoke. "Master, I've heard of the Blood Pill for a long time; is this Blood Pill genuine?"

After saying that, he took out the small bottle from his pocket. Then he slowly opened it and took out a red blood pill.

What was terrifying was that the hand bones actually spoke. 'This blood pill does indeed contain immense power. However, this power is filled with resentment. To think you can break through to the Martial King realm with it is utterly delusional. You'll only end up with a fake Martial King.'

After listening to what the Bone Hand had to say, the Black Wind Chieftain wasn't angry at all. He sneered, "I had no choice. My master is biased. He didn't allocate resources to me, but gave them to that good-for-nothing. I can only rely on myself."

Then he asked, "If I consume this blood pill, what are my chances of breaking through to the Martial King realm?"

Hand Bone chuckled. 'You already know the answer, why ask?'

The Black Wind Chieftain fell silent. He gently closed the jade box, then very carefully locked it with the small padlock. He seemed extremely cautious!

Without further hesitation, he made up his mind and swallowed the blood pill directly into his mouth.

It was an immense force. It surged directly into his limbs and bones. A glimpse of the Buddha's jade in his heart, along with a wisp of golden lotus light, seemed to guard the Black Wind Chieftain's soul.

A great deal of resentment emanated from them—respectable women, scholars, children, villagers, and merchants, all young people. At this moment, it seemed to break free of its restraints, like malevolent ghosts demanding their lives, wanting to devour the Black Wind Stand whole.

A palpable sense of resentment filled the room. The temperature plummeted, threatening to freeze anyone solid.

Despite the danger, the Black Wind Chieftain remained fearless. With the jade Buddha protecting his heart, his internal organs surged with blood and qi, his true energy almost liquefying, as if he wanted to break through his own limits and reach the seventh level.

It cherishes the rapid breakthrough within its body. It wants to find an outlet to release it.

It materialized. At this moment, the Black Wind Stronghold Chief was covered in sweat.

At this critical moment, thunder roared outside, followed by the sounds of swords, spears, and clubs.

Shouts rang out. Someone was launching a sneak attack.

At this moment, a sound came from the jade box that the Black Dragon Chief had placed aside.

"You're taking too much risk. If you agree to my request, breaking through to the Martial King realm will be a trivial matter."

The voice continued its seductive call. "Will you agree to my request, benefactor? If you agree, there are even greater and better options beyond this Mighty Vajra Claw. Even eternal life is within your grasp!"

This is a crucial moment. Unexpectedly, we were disturbed by external noise.

At this moment, the Black Wind Chieftain's eyes were bloodshot. The jade Buddha around his neck was smooth and growing smaller.

The hand bones inside the jade box also had a smiling face, like a real Buddha.

He Chen approached, wielding a knife. With a single stroke, a head fell to the ground. Blood flowed incessantly.

At this time, hundreds of people in the surrounding area were turned away. It just so happened to coincide with the celebration.

Some ran out without even putting on their pants. Some were still holding wine jugs. They gulped down the wine and smashed the jugs on the ground.

A loud bang startled everyone awake again.

A man, shirtless, holding a large cleaver on his back. His body radiated a powerful aura of blood.

The scorching heat made the broadsword in his hand seem red-hot. He shouted, "Boy, which path do you come from?"

"I'm here to see you off," he replied.

The naked, burly man, seeing everyone surrounding him, was no longer afraid. He laughed loudly.

Then he looked at it more closely, sizing it up. "You have such delicate skin, not bad at all."

Then he shouted to his men, "Brothers, spare one of them!"

"Charge! Charge!" Immediately, four or five people rushed in from all directions.

With a flick of his hand, the longsword flashed, a blinding light shooting upwards, and with a horizontal slash, heads rolled!

Then, with a swift backhand slash, two more heads fell to the ground. Blood splattered, covering the onlookers in it. The bandits were momentarily stunned.

"Go, go side by side, don't hold back. Cut them down first." Before the men arrived, the arrows came first.

The whistling sound of arrows pierced the night sky. Dozens of arrows flew swiftly towards them, their surfaces gleaming with blue light.