Chapter 419
by fanqienovelChapter 419: Eradication of Bandits (End)
How cautious!
Wang Chen silently admired.
It was important to know that the seemingly ordinary man in front of him, dressed as an attendant, was actually a Purple Palace cultivator.
Yet, he needed to don a disguise to assess the situation when meeting a mere "Qi Training" loose cultivator like Wang Chen.
No wonder this bandit leader had enjoyed such freedom along the borders of two states over the years.
If Wang Chen hadn’t borrowed the reputation of the Golden Core Cave and held the Life Creation Cauldron as bait, he likely wouldn’t have been able to lure such a big fish.
He could even assert that right now, the tavern inside and out was filled with Xuanyi Dao Ren’s subordinates!
This Purple Palace cultivator must have confirmed there were no traps and made careful arrangements before showing himself.
What a pity…
Wang Chen stood up solemnly and cupped his fists in greeting, saying, “Loose cultivator Lone Wolf, I greet…”
“Eh?”
His expression suddenly froze as he glanced toward Xuanyi Dao Ren’s side and back, his eyes wide with incredulous shock.
Wang Chen’s expression was so genuine that even the suspicious and shrewd Xuanyi Dao Ren was subconsciously distracted, activating his divine sense detection to probe behind him.
In that split second when the bandit leader was caught off guard, Wang Chen used "Shortening the Earth" to flash right in front of him.
He unleashed his tightly clenched fist!
This punch from Wang Chen struck with incredible speed and yet felt achingly slow, as if time froze at that moment, making no sound at all.
Then it hit Xuanyi Dao Ren squarely in the chest.
Boom!
A muffled sound echoed like thunder, shaking the surroundings!
This punch contained all of Wang Chen’s strength, unleashing the full destructive power of the Vajra Fist at the Perfected Level, while also channeling the force cultivated from the fifth-layer peak of the Heavenly Dragon Vajra True Method.
Xuanyi Dao Ren didn’t have time to dodge; his chest instantly caved in.
A faint golden light flickered and vanished.
Xuanyi Dao Ren was sent flying like a broken kite, blood spraying from his mouth, along with fragments of his internal organs.
Boom!
He crashed through the tavern’s wall, hurtling more than ten feet away.
This bandit leader was formidable; not only had he used his protective spirit tool to block most of Wang Chen’s fist power, but he also leveraged the force of the impact to create some distance between them.
As long as he could catch his breath, relying on his strength along with his fearless subordinates, seeking revenge wouldn’t be a big problem.
The question was, would Wang Chen give him that opportunity?
The next moment, a flash of crimson-gold light shot after Xuanyi Dao Ren like lightning, piercing through his heart.
Pfft!
Xuanyi Dao Ren’s body shook; he opened his mouth, trying to say something, only to spit out more blood.
His body was still flying backward, but the spark of life in his eyes rapidly faded.
In the blink of an eye, he was annihilated!
As Xuanyi Dao Ren’s corpse began to plummet, it was suddenly seized by an invisible force.
By then, Wang Chen had already dashed out of the tavern and extended his hand to pull the bandit leader’s lifeless body toward him from a distance.
[Heavenly Merit +500]
Wang Chen let out a hearty laugh and swiftly rummaged through Xuanyi Dao Ren’s belongings.
With practiced ease, he retrieved two storage bags.
Oddly, the corpse couldn’t be stored in Wang Chen’s own storage bag.
Upon closer inspection, he noticed a dark golden ring adorning Xuanyi Dao Ren’s left ring finger.
A thought struck Wang Chen, and he promptly removed the ring.
This time, the corpse was effortlessly stored away.
Xumi Ring!
Wang Chen hadn’t anticipated stumbling upon such a treasure from his adversary.
The Xumi Ring’s basic function mirrored that of a storage bag, embodying the concept of "containing the vast within the minute."
However, unlike the commonplace storage bags, the Xumi Ring was a high-end luxury, far surpassing the former in value. It was at least a spirit tool in rank, typically owned only by extraordinary practitioners of Golden Core level or higher.
Of course, it wasn’t unheard of for a few Purple Palace cultivators to possess a Xumi Ring.
Compared to storage bags, the Xumi Ring was more portable, discreet, and resistant to external destruction.
Spiritual materials stored within a Xumi Ring also retained their spiritual energy longer than those in a storage bag.
This was a windfall!
Wang Chen hovered in the air, his heart brimming with exhilaration.
“He killed our leader!”
Just then, a voice thick with grief and fury snapped Wang Chen back to reality: “Kill him!”
From the crowd below, a flurry of magical artifacts shot upward, swarming toward Wang Chen like enraged hornets.
Among them were flying swords, flying shuttles, and flying needles—deadly weapons of combat!
These assailants were the Xuanyi Horse Thieves, followers of Xuanyi Dao Ren.
Having witnessed Wang Chen slay their leader, they were now consumed by rage, desperate to avenge him at any cost.
Wang Chen was mildly surprised.
These individuals were all Qi Training cultivators, a full tier below him in strength, yet they fought with such reckless abandon. No wonder the Xuanyi Horse Thieves had become such a menace that even the sect had issued missions for their eradication.
Still, Wang Chen could only admire their courage.
Without hesitation, he summoned his protective Yaoguang Sword, soaring dozens of feet into the air and effortlessly evading the barrage of magical artifacts and spells aimed at him.
Then, he directed the Chini Sword, which had just claimed Xuanyi Dao Ren’s life, into a rapid descent.
Outside the tavern, chaos reigned. People scrambled in panic, wishing they had extra legs to escape the battle’s collateral damage.
Those who remained were mostly the bandits brought by Xuanyi Dao Ren.
These men were ferocious; some activated their flying artifacts, charging into the sky to confront Wang Chen.
Others hurled handfuls of talismans upward in a desperate attempt to strike him.
Yet the Chini Sword descended like a thunderbolt, accompanied by roaring thunder and scorching flames, obliterating all obstacles in its path and plunging into the midst of the bandits, unleashing a storm of blood and carnage.
Not a single bandit could withstand the might of this top-tier spirit sword; even their magical shields proved futile.
Screams, wails, and the sickening sound of sword energy tearing through flesh filled the air…
It was a scene straight out of hell!
[Heavenly Merit +5], [Heavenly Merit +7], [Heavenly Merit +6]…
Wang Chen’s vision was flooded with a cascade of notifications.
These defiant bandits had bloodied their hands with the lives of countless innocents, and they deserved nothing less than to be torn apart.
Thus, Wang Chen felt no remorse as he ruthlessly harvested Heavenly Merit.
He let the Chini Sword drink deeply of their blood!
In mere moments, over twenty bandits lay dead in the streets.
Though the remaining bandits were fierce, the one-sided slaughter forced them to regain their senses, no longer blinded by hatred.
Some began to falter, retreating in fear.
But every move they made was tracked by Wang Chen’s divine sense.
He wouldn’t waste a single moment of this rare opportunity to amass Heavenly Merit!
Kill! Kill! Kill!