Shi Fang paused, his hand holding the large iron hammer still. "That's a good idea."
They were evenly matched and neither was willing to submit to the other. Although they were certain they wouldn't lose a fight, their brothers might suffer countless casualties, which wasn't worth it.
"Okay, we'll do it your way."
Luo Xi was stunned. That was it.
That won't do.
At this moment, Zhao Youjin smiled with satisfaction, raised his hand to signal the henchmen behind him to put away their weapons, and prepared to sheath his own sword.
Luo Xi narrowed his eyes. Now was the time.
She raised her hand and quickly activated her spatial abilities, giving Zhao Youjin a hard shove from a distance.
You've reached an agreement here, but she hasn't done so yet.
Zhao Youjin lost control of his body and lunged forward, the tip of the knife piercing Shi Fang's side.
Shi Fang stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "Zhao Youjin, you, you..."
Sure enough, he shouldn't have trusted this scheming and treacherous person.
Zhao Youjin's head was buzzing: "..."
What just happened?
How did his knife manage to pierce Shi Fang?
Although he really wanted to kill Shi Fang, he wouldn't have done it like this, just giving him a light but not heavy blow.
This is meaningless; if he's going to chop someone up, he'll kill them with one blow. That's just his style.
Zhao Youjin quickly drew the broadsword from Shi Fang's waist, waving his hands repeatedly: "It wasn't me, it wasn't me, let me explain..."
"Ha, not you?" Shi Fang sneered, clutching his wound. "Do you think I'm blind?"
You're trying to renege on a deal you just made?
His henchmen behind him glared angrily at Zhao Youjin: They saw it too.
Zhao Youjin was unable to defend himself.
Suddenly, he remembered something.
He turned around and roared angrily, "Which bastard just pushed me? Step forward!"
The henchman behind him looked bewildered: "Nobody's pushing us."
After a while, everyone realized: Oh, the Third Master is... putting on an act again.
One of the henchmen stepped forward and pointed to Zhao Youjin's feet, saying shrewdly, "Third Master, we didn't push you. You slipped on a pebble by accident."
There were indeed a few scattered pebbles on the ground, lying there innocently.
Were they trampled?
They didn't, and they're not to blame.
Zhao Youjin almost vomited blood. Didn't he know whether he slipped or not?
These idiots! This fight will do them no good at all.
Shi Fang, clutching his wound, laughed in anger: "Fine, fine! Zhao Youjin, do you really think I'm an idiot?"
They've known each other for so long, he can tell what the other is up to just by looking at him. Zhao Youjin actually tried to fool him with the same methods he used to deal with those idiots outside.
Does he really think he's brainless?
This must be Zhao Youjin's conspiracy. He deliberately said he would stop the war and then launched a sneak attack, just to kill him and then dominate the entire mountain stronghold.
What a vicious plan!
"Zhao Youjin, prepare to die."
Shi Fang raised his double hammers and stared intently at Zhao Youjin, wishing he could devour him alive.
Since the other party wanted to break off relations, he had no reason to hesitate.
"Brothers, get him! Kill this despicable scoundrel!"
The henchmen also despised Zhao Youjin's underhanded tactics, and without saying a word, they grabbed their weapons and charged over.
Zhao Youjin had no words to express his bitterness. Looking at Shi Fang and the others who were charging fiercely at him, he could only lead his men to desperately resist in frustration.
A deafening roar of battle erupted instantly at the entrance to the woodshed.
"Oh dear, how did they end up fighting? They have such bad tempers," Luo Xi remarked with a smile.
Is this what they call "dogs fighting, all tangled up"?
"In that case, I'll lend you a hand again." As she said this, she actually raised her hand and earnestly began to "help."
For example, if someone lacked strength, she would give them a push to ensure she could kill them.
For example, if someone's knife stabs off course, she will help them straighten it to ensure a fatal blow.
For example, if someone gets tired of fighting, she uses her superpowers to control their body and make them rush forward without stopping for even a moment.
...Luckily, she had just drunk the spiritual spring water and her supernatural abilities were sufficient, otherwise she really wouldn't have been able to handle so many people.
Before long, the number of bandits on both sides gradually decreased in a bizarre and chilling way, without them even knowing what was happening.
Like that bald guy, he was clearly aiming for his opponent's waist and abdomen, but the knife turned at a tricky angle and slit his neck instead.
The bald man looked completely bewildered: "..."
What happened? Did his ancestor possess him? Otherwise, why would he kill someone on his own?
The bald man was overjoyed. He picked up the still-dripping blood-stained broadsword and kissed it several times, saying, "Thank you, great-grandfather! Thank you, great-grandfather!"
But before he could rejoice for long, a hidden weapon five meters away suddenly veered off course and struck him squarely in the heart with a "whoosh".
The bald man died with his eyes wide open: To hell with his ancestors! He couldn't even protect the lives of his descendants, so why didn't he just die?
There was a skinny guy over there, who was clearly exhausted and wanted to stop and rest for a while.
But the iron sword in his hand seemed to have a mind of its own, relentlessly thrusting and slashing at him with unstoppable force.
The skinny man cried out in terror, "..." Monster! Aaaaaah!!!
His companion's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Why is this guy suddenly so fierce? He used to be a weakling, the kind who would fight for a while and then rest for half a day. Could it be... the medicine he just drank?
But isn't that an aphrodisiac?
That thing has this kind of effect?
Or, he could give it a try when he has time.
By this time, there were hardly any bandits left standing in the square, and even those who remained were teetering on the brink of collapse, including the bearded second-in-command, Shi Fang.
The third leader, Zhao Youjin, was already lying motionless on the ground.
Loxi withdrew her powers, dusted off her clothes with satisfaction, and stood up: "Alright, now it's my turn to make my appearance."
If you've done a 'good deed,' you should let people know about it; otherwise, it would be a waste of time. Besides, it's time to ask about the whereabouts of the treasury.
With a broad smile, she strode towards Shi Fang and asked, "Hey, big guy, are you tired? If you're not, let's chat."
That grinning face of his was incredibly annoying.
Shi Fang turned around in astonishment, nearly smashing his hammer into his foot: "You, who are you? How did you get in?"
Was she alone, or were there other people behind the bushes?
There's only one way into the mountain village. Unless you grow wings, no one lowers a drawbridge inside, so you can't get in at all.
How could this person appear here so silently?
Could it be... that Zhao Youjin hired an outside helper?
That despicable scoundrel!
Shi Fang was seething with hatred, but after secretly glancing at Luo Xi and the bushes behind her, his expression relaxed.
It seems there's only one person; that makes things easier.
"Young lady, this is not a place for you. If you know what's good for you, get out of here."
Shi Fang had just experienced a major upheaval, with most of his men killed or injured. He had no desire to cause any more trouble and only wanted to scare the person away, even if she was just a young woman.
The few remaining henchmen behind Shi Fang gripped their weapons tightly, staring nervously at Luo Xi.
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