To him, the caravan led by several Yang Wheel Martial Artists was no different from ants.
"Given a chance to live, you dare resist? In that case, you’ll all serve as my blood sacrifice materials."
"Everyone, listen up. Suppress them imdiately, but do not take their lives. I want to take them away for a full blood sacrifice!"
Upon hearing Mo Feng’s order, the bandits imdiately roared and charged towards Ma Qian.
Inside the carriage, Chu Nan frowned slightly at the scene before him and slowly said, "These bandits led by Mo Feng look disorganized, yet when they actually fight, they’re very orderly and coordinated."
"It seems not only is Mo Feng himself not a bandit, but even his n are disguised guards from the city."
Zhi Tianping slowly nodded, showing no doubt in Chu Nan’s assessnt.
Anyone with a bit of experience can judge their origin just by seeing them in action.
These bandits, wielding identical weapons, were organized into a military formation despite their attempts at disguise—clearly well-trained guards.
The bandits with Mo Feng not only had the upper hand in cultivation but also far surpassed Ma Qian’s caravan fighters in combat skills.
It seems that these martial artists from Nanmo are shaless to the extre in their pursuit of a chance to enter the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall, even disguising guards as bandits.
The mont the fight began, the caravan’s martial artists were quickly defeated by the bandits. Within a few breaths, several were completely subdued and lost their combat capability.
Yet, in such a brutal battle, Ma Qian, who should have been leading the charge, shockingly took his daughter and abandoned the caravan to escape amidst the chaos.
Ma Qian’s eyes showed no hesitation because he knew the caravan’s martial artists were no match for these bandits, and to engage in earnest would be a futile struggle.
His real intention was to use his forr comrades to buy ti for himself and his daughter, giving them a chance to escape.
Though he shouted loudly, Ma Qian turned to flee at the first clash.
Chu Nan and Zhi Tianping chuckled silently at this sight, though they understood.
Ma Qian, traveling with a caravan constantly within the dangerous territory of Nanmo Province and establishing a business, naturally had his ans of survival.
Right from the start, when Ma Qian subtly hinted to Chu Nan that the cargo being robbed was none of his concern, Chu Nan knew this guy was extrely cunning.
With his Yang Wheel Realm cultivation pushed to the limit, he fled the battlefield madly.
However, his actions fooled neither Chu Nan nor Mo Feng.
Being a Divine Light Realm Martial Artist, Mo Feng regarded Ma Qian’s actions as nothing more than a clown’s performance.
"Still trying to escape, what a fool’s dream!"
Bam!
Mo Feng unleashed a strike, sending dozens of wind blades, sweeping yellow sand, shooting towards Ma Qian.
Ma Qian, rely a Yang Wheel Martial Artist, could not withstand this strike and soon fell from the sky with his daughter.
His face displayed despair as Mo Feng unleashed the pressure of a Divine Light Realm Martial Artist, instantly subduing everyone in the caravan.
"A bunch of fish in a barrel, none of you can escape my grasp!"
Mo Feng smirked coldly, grabbing Ma Qian and his daughter with a single hand, then lifting the girl’s chin with a sneer, "Such a pretty little thing, after I’m done, I’ll let my brothers have a go!"
The girl’s face turned ashen, her heart filled with endless regret.
In her current state, she couldn’t live nor die!
Just as she closed her eyes, ready to face the cruel reality, Mo Feng’s expression suddenly changed. He shouted fiercely, "Who?!"
With that, Mo Feng casually released a wind blade, slicing the carriage’s roof off, revealing Chu Nan and Zhi Tianping inside.
In fact, with Mo Feng’s cultivation, he couldn’t sense their presence; it was Chu Nan who deliberately revealed his aura to let Mo Feng discover them.
Seeing the disguised Chu Nan and Zhi Tianping, Mo Feng sneered, "I never thought, there were still two fish that slipped through the net. You almost slipped past."
"If you don’t want to suffer, kneel down now and submit willingly. I might consider letting you be at the center of the blood sacrifice, sparing you so pain."
Hearing this, Chu Nan found it amusing and said in a voice full of authority, "Mo Feng, I return the sa words to you. If you don’t want to die, kneel before now or else..."
As soon as these words ca out, mocking laughter erupted among the bandits, as if they heard the biggest joke in the world.
A seemingly ordinary teenage boy, claiming to be of such standing, demanding Mo Feng to kneel, seed utterly delusional.
Ma Qian’s face also changed; he had interacted with Chu Nan for several days, only seeing him as a wealthy young master with so background.
In terms of cultivation, he seed hopelessly lacking; reaching the Spirit Pill Realm at his age would have been impressive.
Mo Feng’s face turned grim as well, "You recognized , so I can’t let you go."
Unlike his comrades’ ridicule, Mo Feng remained clear-headed, suspecting Chu Nan might recognize him, possibly being from Nanmo.
He thought about it and imdiately ordered, "Kill the two in the carriage, I want to see their corpses!"
The bandits, disguised guards, obeyed Mo Feng without hesitation, opting to charge ahead.
Their sharp blades reflected a chilling light in the yellow sand, surrounding them.
But to Chu Nan, the Yang Wheel Realm was no different from ants, not even worth his effort.
His gaze fell on Zhi Tianping, who instantly understood.
Zhi Tianping’s lips curled in a smile as he slowly rose, his upper body muscles quivering as he said to the surrounding bandits, "Let play with you first!"
"Kill!" The bandits charged at once, intending to leap onto the carriage and turn Chu Nan and Zhi Tianping into minced at.
Zhi Tianping rely sneered and swung his fist with little effort, yet the scattered Power Dao caused the yellow sand on the ground to explode into a terrifying sand vortex.
The bandits’ mouths filled with screams; those closer were turned into blood mist by the force spreading from the punch, while those further away were sent flying, gravely injured and on the brink of death.
Though they were city guards, they aided Mo Feng for evil, murdering countless innocent lives.
In Chu Nan’s eyes, they were undeserving of sympathy and their deaths were of no consequence.
The subdued caravaneers were utterly stunned, and Ma Qian looked incredulous, not expecting Zhi Tianping by Chu Nan’s side to be so formidable!
Only Mo Feng remained serious, witnessing his subordinates nearly wiped out by Zhi Tianping’s single punch, he demanded, "Who sent you to kill !?"
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