He had previously hated the people of Mujia Village with a vengeance, wishing to tear them into pieces. But now, when Mu Hanyan really stood in front of him, he realized that he simply didn't have the courage to take revenge.
That fat, cute yet extremely scary little piglet brought him too many painful memories.
"Let's go!" Chen Xuefeng's survival is not just due to his bravery and ferocity. When it comes to assessing the situation and making decisions promptly, he is definitely a hundred times better than ordinary bandits. When he finds something wrong, he turns his horse and runs away.
The other bandits had already felt chills all over their bodies from being frightened by Mu Tu's knife, and their hearts were beating like thunder when they recognized Mu Hanyan. When they heard Chen Xuefeng's words, they did not hesitate at all, and followed him on horseback, fleeing out of the village.
"This time, it won't be so easy to leave." Mu Hanyan smiled coldly.
She had a lot of doubts in her mind and wanted to find Chen Xuefeng to ask them clearly. How could she let him escape again?
Chen Xuefeng and others rode on the Red Charcoal Cloud Smoke Beast and rushed to the village entrance in just a few blinks of an eye. They turned their heads quietly and saw that Mu Hanyan did not catch up with them. They all breathed a sigh of relief.
Chen Xuefeng even felt a little proud in his heart. No matter how powerful your pet is, without a mount, can you catch up with me with just your two legs?
In fact, this is also the biggest advantage of the bandits. They have been wandering in the wilderness since they were young, and both they and their mounts are extremely strong. It would be strange if the priests who have been pampered since childhood could catch them when they play hide-and-seek with them in the vast wilderness.
But before he could finish feeling proud, his expression suddenly changed.
"Kala!" The earth shook violently, and stone spikes pierced out from the ground.
The red charcoal cloud beast under him was pierced through by the stone spike without any preparation, and fell into a pool of blood with a wail. Several bandits reacted a little slowly and were also pierced through by the stone reef. They died without even having time to scream.
Chen Xuefeng and the few people who followed him reacted a little faster. Realizing that something was wrong, they immediately flew up and temporarily avoided the fatal blow.
It was said to be temporary because the moment they flew up, a rain of stones mixed with green arrows appeared out of thin air and flew towards them.
"Ah..." Amid screams, several of Chen Xuefeng's men had been shot into sieves by the dense rain of stones and arrows.
It was not until then that Chen Xuefeng saw Wen Gaoren and Sikong Qinglan appear at the entrance of the village.
Wen Gaoren is a ninth-rank divine priest. After taking the elixir that he had extorted from Long Wudang and Ou Mingzhi, Sikong Qinglan broke through the bottleneck that had shackled him for a long time and was promoted to an eighth-rank divine priest.
It would be a huge joke if a ninth-level divine priest and an eighth-level priest could not even deal with a few bandits together.
Fearing he might miss his future Master's important task, Wen Gaoren even set up a simple formation at the village entrance to prevent any accidents. The bandits would surely be proud to see the Lingyu Temple's foremost formation master being wasted in such a way.
The dense rain of stone arrows still had its momentum, and continued to fly towards Chen Xuefeng. Catching a glimpse of the cloud pattern embroidered on Wen Gaoren's ritual robe from the corner of his eye, Chen Xuefeng dared not be careless. He shouted wildly, his long sword dancing in front of him with an impenetrable force.
"Dang dang dang dang..." Amidst the dense crisp sounds, the rain of stone arrows finally disappeared from his sight, and Chen Xuefeng was shocked and retreated repeatedly.
When the last arrow was dispersed, he returned to Mu Hanyan, and the cold sword was pressed against his throat.
While martial arts cultivation to a certain level could easily defeat even ordinary priests, even high-ranking priests, there were still some differences compared to the divine arts of priests. Priests, like swordsmen, were unlikely to be fatal unless their vital organs were injured. However, martial arts cultivation had a greater number of vital points, including the throat.
Of course, if the martial arts skills are really cultivated to the point where they can compete with high-level priests, it will not be easy for ordinary priests to break these vital points and take their lives.
However, it is obvious that Chen Xuefeng's martial arts skills have not yet been cultivated to that level, and Mu Hanyan is not an ordinary priest, and the sword in her hand is not an ordinary sword.
So, Chen Xuefeng stood there, not daring to move at all.
Ling Baobao was holding the turtle shell, looking at the corpse at the entrance of the village, and then looking at Chen Xuefeng with disheveled hair in front of him. He felt a little depressed. He had originally wanted to find someone to torture to satisfy his desire, but who knew that they would be killed so quickly.
"Chen Xuefeng, do you want to try again? As long as you can escape from this village even half a step, I will let you live." Mu Hanyan said contemptuously.
With Wen Gaoren and Sikong Qinglan joining forces, and with the help of the formation, it would be difficult for anyone below the tenth-level divine priest to resist. Chen Xuefeng actually dissolved the two priests' magic with just martial arts. Mu Hanyan was even more curious about his martial arts.
"What's the point of having a large number of people bullying a small number of people?" Chen Xuefeng looked at Wen Gaoren and Sikong Qinglan behind him, and knew that there was no way he could escape today. Instead, he became tough, propped his long sword on the ground, and spoke in a buzzing voice.
Knowing how to judge the situation does not mean being afraid of death. Chen Xuefeng has the notoriety he has today because he is very vicious. Knowing that there is no way to survive today, how could he be willing to be teased and humiliated by Mu Hanyan like a cat playing with a mouse?
"The majority bullies the minority? You are a bandit who robs and plunders houses, and you have the nerve to tell me that the majority bullies the minority?" Mu Hanyan looked at the bandit and almost laughed out loud.
Chen Xuefeng himself felt a little embarrassed. As bandits, they always came out in a swarm to commit crimes. He really had no right to say that others were bullying the minority because of their numbers.
"I, Chen Xuefeng, have done countless evil things in my life. If I had known that this would be the end of me, you could have killed me if you wanted to, or cut me up if you wanted to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Chen Xuefeng said with his neck straight.
"Since you know that this is what will happen today, I won't say much. As long as you answer a few questions for me, I will give you a quick death." Mu Hanyan had some understanding of fierce men like Chen Xuefeng. She knew that once such people determined that they were going to die and their ferocity erupted, it would not be easy to make them surrender.
If you really tell him to let him go, he might not believe you. If you give him a quick death, he might even tell the truth. Otherwise, if you push him too hard, he will either refuse to speak or lie profusely.
"What do you want to know?" Chen Xuefeng said with a turn of his eyes.
"Did you agree?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"As long as you promise to let me live, I will tell you everything you want to know." Chen Xuefeng said.
"Do you think it's possible?" Mu Hanyan's expression turned cold.
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