In times of chaos and famine, I traded one pound of rice for two royal flushes.

"set fire."

Qin Shaolang uttered two words, his voice completely flat.

The order was quickly relayed to the valley entrance by messengers.

Wang Tiezhu, who was lying in ambush on both sides of the valley entrance, had bloodshot eyes.

He looked at the bandits struggling in the oil slick and let out a beastly roar.

"Set it on fire! Burn these sons of bitches to death!"

He was the first to throw his grease-soaked torch with all his might.

Whoosh!

The torch drew an orange-red arc in the air and landed precisely on the greasy earth.

boom--!

A tongue of fire suddenly shot up!

The earth seemed to be ignited in an instant.

The pungent smell of grease became the most potent accelerant.

In an instant, the entire narrow valley entrance was transformed into a sea of ​​fire!

"ah--!!!"

A piercing scream, so shrill it was inhuman, suddenly erupted.

Those bandits who fell to the ground didn't even have a chance to struggle before they were instantly engulfed by flames.

Their skin and flesh rapidly curled and turned black under the high temperature, emitting a nauseating burnt smell.

The flames followed them and ignited the robes of those who came after them.

The fire is spreading rapidly!

The valley entrance has become a veritable infernal furnace.

The bandits behind were terrified by the sight before them.

They frantically tried to back away, but the flow of people behind them pushed them forward.

Entering is like entering a sea of ​​fire.

Retreat, and you'll form a human wall.

Everyone huddled together, completely losing their composure.

"Put out the fire! Put out the fire quickly!"

The one-eyed wolf behind him had long since lost his sinister grin, replaced by shock and rage.

He never imagined that a group of ants in his eyes could set up such a vicious trap.

But that's not all.

"Place the stone."

Qin Shaolang's voice rang out again.

Like the pronouncement of death.

On the hillside, Zhao Wu, who had been waiting for a long time, used all his strength to push a huge boulder the size of a millstone down in front of him.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Rumble!

The boulder, with immense force, tumbled down the steep hillside.

It rolled over bushes, snapped small trees, and sped faster and faster.

Finally, like a cannonball, it crashed heavily into the crowded and chaotic crowd outside the valley entrance.

puff!

A dull, teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out.

The two bandits who were hit didn't even have time to scream before their bodies exploded like rotten watermelons.

Blood, flesh, bones, and internal organs were scattered everywhere.

This boulder is like a signal.

On the slopes on both sides of the valley, dozens of strong men, their eyes red and roaring, pushed down the stones they had painstakingly carried up one by one.

Boom! Boom!

Rolling stones thunder!

The valley seemed to come alive, baring its most ferocious fangs at these invaders.

Rocks, like hail, crashed into the bandits.

Screams, the cracking of bones, and cries rose and fell.

The bandits were completely devastated.

They were facing an attack that was beyond human resistance.

This is a natural disaster!

They threw down their weapons and fled in panic, wishing they had two more legs.

Those refugees who were originally just dragged along to freeload were still trembling as they carried out the orders.

But when they saw those bandits who were usually high and mighty and treated their lives like dirt being easily crushed like ants in their hands, they were shocked.

A primal, bloodthirsty madness began to fester in their eyes.

Their screams were no longer driven by fear.

Instead, it's excitement!

It's the thrill of revenge!

Su Jin stood not far behind Qin Shaolang, watching all of this.

Her stomach was churning, and she almost vomited.

But she forced herself to endure it.

She watched the man's calm back.

The firelight cast a long shadow on him.

He was like a commander from hell, indifferently and precisely reaping one vibrant life after another.

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The vanguard force of nearly a hundred men from Black Wind Stronghold was almost entirely wiped out by the combined attack of raging fire and rolling stones.

Those who were lucky enough to survive had their hands and feet severed and wailed on the edge of the inferno.

The one-eyed wolf was trembling as he rode his horse.

He looked at the hell on earth at the mouth of the valley, and at his brothers who had been burned to a crisp and smashed into mincemeat.

A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.

This is not a refugee.

This is a well-trained army!

This is an elaborate death trap!

"Archers!"

He looked up sharply and finally spotted the figure standing like a pine tree on the hillside.

That devil who commands everything!

"Shoot!" One-Eyed Wolf roared hoarsely, pointing his ghost-headed knife at Qin Shaolang.

"Shoot him! Shoot him dead!"

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

More than a dozen arrows, with a sharp whistling sound, flew out of the bowstring like a swarm of bloodthirsty bees, raining down on the boulder where Qin Shao-Lang was located.

"Protect the gentleman!"

Zhao Wu, watching from the hillside, was filled with rage and roared as he tried to rush down.

Su Jin was so frightened that she let out a short scream and instinctively tried to rush over to shield Qin Shaolang.

However, as soon as she moved, a hand like an iron clamp grabbed her wrist and pulled her back sharply.

Qin Shaolang didn't even turn around to look at the rain of arrows.

He simply pulled Su Jin along, taking a step back slowly until their bodies were completely hidden behind the huge rock.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The dense thuds sounded like hailstones hitting sheet metal.

A dozen powerful arrows struck the boulder where Qin Shaolang had just been standing almost simultaneously.

The arrowheads pierced deep into the rock, their fletching humming, demonstrating their immense force.

If it were shot at a person, it would be enough to pierce them through.

Inside and outside the valley, a deathly silence fell instantly.

One-Eyed Wolf and the remaining bandits stared intently at the boulder, waiting for the devil to fall.

Zhao Wu, Wang Tiezhu, and the others on the hillside held their breath, their hearts pounding in their throats.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

There was no movement behind the boulder.

"Did it...hit it?" one of the bandits asked uncertainly.

"It must have hit! At this close range, a dozen arrows—even a god couldn't dodge them!"

A cruel and gleeful light also gleamed in the one-eyed wolf's single eye.

died!

That damned devil is finally dead!

"Hahaha..." He was about to burst into laughter.

A calm, even cold, voice rang out again from behind the boulder, clearly echoing throughout the entire battlefield.

"Is that all the strength you have?"

"Didn't you eat?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like an invisible slap, striking all the bandits hard in the face.

The one-eyed wolf's laughter caught in his throat.

The expression on his face instantly changed from ecstatic joy to extreme shock and disbelief.

"Not...not dead?"

The next second, Qin Shaolang's figure emerged from behind the boulder once again.

He dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeves, as if the deadly rain of arrows was nothing more than a gentle breeze.

He even beckoned with his finger towards the one-eyed wolf.

provocative.

A blatant and undisguised provocation!