881 Philanthropists in the Charity Hall
It was as if I were seeing the most terrifying scene in my mind: the whole village was piled up, corpses piled up like mountains, and not a single person was alive.
Chief Lei sensed his impending doom, and his pleas for mercy, sharp and trembling like torn cloth, cried out, "Spare me, sir! Spare my life! I'll escape immediately and never look back!"
Please have mercy! I have thirty innocent family members, young and old, who depend on me for their livelihood. If I die, how will they survive?
"Please have mercy, Your Excellency! Once I return, I will surely offer sacrifices to you day and night."
The mountain bandits were not listening to any of this. Upon seeing someone on the ground, they rushed over frantically and thrust their wooden spears at each other's faces.
Chief Lei brandished his sword in resistance, his blood boiling with reckless abandon. He thrust his blade straight through the bandit at the front, a fanatical bandit, fearless of death, his spear like a demon, aimed straight at Chief Lei's mouth.
Lei, the leader, retreated at top speed, but there was nowhere left to retreat. He was furious to the extreme, and his eyes seemed to burn with a mad flame of fear, a desire not to die, and a helplessness to escape!
In that split second between life and death, his mind was exceptionally clear. He wielded the broadsword with extreme madness, his movements swift and deadly. In an instant, the gleaming blade, imbued with resentment, pierced the bandit's chest.
In the face of life and death, Chief Lei suddenly felt the wind quiet down, the air seemed to freeze, and all that remained were the ear-piercing sounds of blades cutting through the wind and flesh tearing apart, echoing in his heart. He felt palpitations and fear, and his internal organs were filled with extreme excitement.
In his eyes, madness and pleasure intertwined into a twisted web, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth, a smile that contained both a desire to live.
'The life you want?'
Haha, let's go!
Come on, let me see how much more capable you are!
Want my life? Then be prepared to leave it here!
It growled and howled, like a trapped beast fighting desperately, hoping to take a few down with it even if it meant its own death, and also hoping to scare away the bandits.
The broadsword gleamed with a cold light, and the wooden spear was no less impressive, both exceptionally beautiful in the sunlight!
With pinpoint accuracy, Chief Lei pierced the bandit's chest, the blood shooting out from behind him, two jets of blood shooting three feet away!
At approximately the same time, the wooden spear paused for a moment, then thrust straight down, aiming directly and fiercely at the face, and a spurt of blood gushed out like a fountain!
"Ah!" Chief Lei let out a deafening, agonizing roar.
"Die together, die together!" It was like a madman's roar, like a demon's low growl!
The bandits, however, seemed immortal. After only a few seconds of pause, they roared again, their ferocious momentum sending chills down one's spine.
The wooden spear was drawn, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the spear red. Then it was thrust back in fiercely, as if by a madman!
No madness, no life!
Behind them, a swarm of bandits and all sorts of people, like ants drawn to honey, rushed forward and pounced.
Not far behind the bandits, there was a woman who seemed to be the most incredible miracle in the world, perfectly blending the two completely opposite qualities of holiness and allure.
His face was mature and profound, like a newly blooming night-blooming lily, mysterious and unpredictable. His eyes, clear yet exuding an unassailable nobility, seemed to be able to see into the deepest desires of the human heart.
Wearing a silk halter dress, the silk swayed gently in the breeze, like the shimmering surface of a lake in the morning light, possessing both indescribable softness and luster, and a hint of undeniable coolness and aloofness.
Her graceful figure is pure and holy, like a lotus flower atop a snow-capped mountain; her allure is like a spider lily blooming in the dead of night, captivating at first glance.
Like a bystander in this battle, or perhaps the mastermind behind everything, she silently watched all of this unfold with her holy yet alluring demeanor.
Looking at the other cautious woman in front of him, she wore a tight-fitting long dress that was as thin as a cicada's wing, revealing everything vaguely, and her face looked like that of an innocent young girl.
A slender waist, fair collarbones, and below, a hint of skin.
The small pebble that was just casually flicked out was this woman, Rainbow Protector.
Protector Hong asked cautiously in a low voice, "Master, I'll go and deal with that old man."
The woman nodded slightly, gazing into the distance towards Nanhe Prefecture, her eyes filled with a mixture of wariness and anticipation.
Rainbow Protector rose into the air, seemingly intentionally keeping his distance from the sect leader. He looked at the elder in front of him, whose identity he didn't know, with a sword in hand, as if he knew the bandits' weaknesses.
He directed the guards to form a circle to protect the people in the carriage, and the fallen bandits all had their heads severed or split in the middle, which showed that they had some experience.
The Rainbow Protector wasn't in a hurry, seemingly unwilling to return immediately. He uttered a soft sound, and instantly the chaotic bandits formed several lines, charging forward as if in an orderly fashion.
The old man with the longsword was immediately terrified. As soon as he saw something, it was as if he had grown wings and leaped up to escape.
The escape went very smoothly. In no time, they were more than thirty feet away from the crowd. They seemed to have no sense of carelessness and ran recklessly toward the desolate land by the roadside, not daring to stop for even a moment, as if stopping would bring great terror.
The old man fled quickly. Without his command, the battle was no longer able to hold out. The swarming bandits rushed forward, and the guards scattered and fled. Terrified cries echoed from inside the carriage.
More terrifying than death.
In the dense forest, the cult leader was nowhere to be heard. Protector Rainbow flicked his finger, and the old man fell to the ground, his calf instantly shattered. Ignoring the pain, he quickly continued to limp forward.
The Rainbow Protector approached the old man in a delicate voice, exclaiming in surprise, "Grandpa, how did you get injured? Let me help you!"
The old man was indeed an elder of the family, but at the peak of the sixth rank. Over the years, due to his limited talent, he had failed to break through and was already on the decline.
The reason he was able to become the fourth elder was simply because he knew his own abilities were limited and he liked to mentor younger generations, of course, those with some talent within the family. However, he was extremely exploitative towards outsiders.
After all, supporting younger generations is not just about a few words of encouragement; it requires substantial financial assistance to earn their sincere gratitude.
He ran the charity hall in the city, which was dedicated to supporting poor orphans, especially good-looking boys and girls. He sponsored their education and meals, and also helped them gain a better reputation.
Known as the kind-faced and benevolent Fourth Master, some people wished they could worship him.
After all, in the charity hall, these orphans who had no food or drink were dressed in the blue or gray robes of servants, behaving properly, serving tea and water, and their eyes really seemed to be full of hope for a better life. This could not be faked.
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