C21

Chapter 21 - Bandits

The bandits of the Hundred Cliff Valley were like ox hairs, but one of the bandits took up a quarter of the entire area of the Valley, and that was the Black Mist Stronghold. The Black Mist Stronghold had a special characteristic, they never robbed people in the day, and only enchanted their targets at night. Since the establishment of the Black Mist Stronghold, there had never been a single casualty.

On the contrary, not only would those who passed by their territory be robbed, even the other robbers would be scared of them if they were to meet them.

On top of the canyon outside the Black Mist Stronghold, Wang Hao and the other three were lying on the ground, and all four of them had their heads stuck out towards the black fog mountain stronghold that was like a primordial beast. Behind the four of them, a Black Man was tied up with all kinds of things, and someone's stinky socks were stuffed into his mouth, causing Black Man to have tears.

Looking at the Black Man, Wang Hao and the other three snickered, they were extremely sinister.

Not long after, the four Black Man s slowly walked towards the Black Mist Stronghold.

Arriving at the main entrance of the mountain stronghold, one of the Black Man and one of the gatekeepers spoke a few words before smoothly bringing the other three people in. However, no one noticed that the eyes of the Black Man and the gatekeeper constantly twitched as they talked.

"Failed?" The head of the hall, a man with a face like a demon god, said. This man was known as the fog knife, and no one knew his real name, they only knew that he was sinister and insidious, but he was someone who had never hurt his own mountain stronghold. The fog knife stared at the four of them and said with killing intent.

"Come here." The fog knife pointed at the leading Black Man.

Black Man walked to the side of the fog knife and kneeled down with a 'pu tong' sound. The fog knife caressed Black Man's head, the killing intent in his voice was dense to the point where it seemed to be real, and said: "Ever since my Black Mist Stronghold was established, no one has ever been killed by an outsider, the four of you actually killed three of my Black Mist Stronghold disciples, kill them for me." The fog knife suddenly stood up, pointed at Wang Hao and the other two and roared.

Wang Hao and the other two immediately jumped up from the ground, looked at the people rushing towards them, fiercely gritted their teeth and rushed towards them.

Seeing that Wang Hao and the other two were resisting, the fog knife snorted coldly, and revealed the Qi of a seventh stage Mystical King. Just then, Su Bing jumped out from the shadow, holding onto the spiritual energy that had transformed into a shield, blocking in front of Wang Hao.

Mystical King was after all, a Mystical King. Even though Su Bing was not a normal profound practitioner, the difference in strength between the two was simply too great. The fog knife's punch had actually sent both Su Bing and Su Bing flying out of the hall.

After sending Wang Hao and Su Bing flying with a punch, the fog knife appeared in front of Mo Youxue and Mo Haoxue again.

The fog knife stood at the entrance of the Main Palace and roared: "Capture him!" Dozens of bandits held onto blades and spears, and rushed forward to grab Wang Hao and the other three.

"Do you understand the importance of strength now?" Xia Xuan's voice sounded out in Wang Hao's mind.

"Cut the crap. If you don't act soon, we're dead for sure." Wang Hao roared.

Hearing Wang Hao's roar, the fog knife was also greatly surprised. Looking around, although it did not see anyone suspicious, it thought that Wang Hao was just putting on an act.

"I've said it before, all four of us will not act. This time's test is for the four of you. If you have any trump cards, use them. I will act to protect the three of them." Xia Xuan said again.

After hearing what Xia Xuan had to say, Wang Hao lowered his head and did not say a single word, not knowing what to do.

"Cut off your hands and feet and hang them outside as an example to others." The fog knife said.

"Tribe leader, look." A brawny man came over to the side of the fog knife and pointed at Wang Hao.

Red spiritual energy kept appearing from Wang Hao's body, and his entire body was trembling violently. The people who grabbed him would be burnt and hurt the moment they touched those red spiritual energy.

Wang Hao raised his head. The binocular was blood-red, staring straight at the fog knife, all the veins on its body bulged, like a ferocious beast. Sensing that Wang Hao's Profound Practitioners had actually instantly increased to the level of a Spirit Master, and then, his aura did not decrease at all, reaching the Mystical King Realm. Not only that, but the increase in its aura had not stopped yet.

The fog knife was shocked, in just a short few breaths, Wang Hao's Qi had already surpassed it, how could this not be surprising? However, he, who had been a stronghold master for many years, had always been calm when it came to handling matters. With a flash, he appeared in front of Wang Hao, gathered the spiritual energy in his hands, and smashed it towards Wang Hao.

"Ah — —" Wang Hao fiercely roared, his aura instantly reaching the Xuanhuang level, and the terrifying force instantly sent the fog knife flying.

Just as he steadied himself, the fog knife anxiously looked towards Wang Hao, but it did not see him, and even Su Bing and the other two had disappeared. This group of people hadn't thought that there would be such a terrifying monster among these four people.

Although Wang Hao did not appear again after a long time, the fog knife still did not let down its guard. This was because the entire Black Mist Stronghold was covered in a scalding hot red mist, to the point that even objects three meters away could not be seen clearly.

"Ah!" A miserable cry sounded out, and then, the brawny man that had previously talked with the fog knife turned into a corpse. Not long after, cries of agony were heard one after another. The stench of blood filled the air, along with a sense of fear. Under such circumstances, it was normal for people to be filled with fear.

At this time, the fog knife's heart was also filled with fear. An invisible Xuanhuang Ranker could give it a fatal blow at any time.

It was unknown when the blood-curdling screams stopped, but the stench of blood was pungent. It was unknown if the monster had left or if it had killed everyone. It hid in a corner, waiting to give him a fatal blow.

Suddenly, a bloody shadow flashed, and the fog knife's left hand actually disappeared. After a long while, pain came, and the fog knife held onto its wound, not howling.

In a corner of the Black Mist Stronghold, the fog knife covered her hands and crouched down while trembling. After walking around the mountain stronghold for a whole day, she only saw the corpse of his brother, her wife and children. In the entire mountain stronghold, only he was left alive and she had once tried to escape but every time she was about to escape from the mountain stronghold, a blood-colored figure would grab him and bring him back.

The blood colored figure did not kill him, but instead trapped him inside the mountain stronghold, and made him face the entire mountain stronghold's corpse. It made him experience despair under this environment, wanting to torture him to death.

The fog knife could not take it anymore. He found a handful of large knife and grabbed it to choke. The overlord of the Hundred Cliff Valley had been forced to his death just like that.

Following the death of the fog knife and the scattering of the blood mist, Wang Hao was standing not more than ten metres away from the fog knife. At this time, Wang Hao's entire body was covered in blood, and his muscles had bulged exaggeratedly, increasing in height by a meter.

Looking at the dead fog knife, Wang Hao withdrew his sinister expression. His entire body swayed and then fell to the ground, unconscious.