Starting from Tianlong, Wudu Tianxia

Chapter 88 You Deserve to Die

Despite their ties to the Zoroastrian religion, the bandits of Qingshan could not shake their bandit nature; arson, murder, looting, rape, and abduction were commonplace in their eyes.

The words he said were unbearable to hear.

Since Gao Yuan came down from Lingjiu Palace, he has rarely caused any trouble, but an unnamed anger has also arisen within him.

The master from Dayunming Temple attached great importance to the horse business.

He Huan also wanted to use this recommendation to get promoted, so he respectfully led Gao Yuan to the main hall of the stockade.

Looking out from a high vantage point.

In the main hall of the wooden building, more than twenty people were drinking and eating meat, making jokes and laughing.

They followed their gaze and looked down into the hall.

Gao Yuan felt a surge of blood rush to his head, and suddenly a fire of anger welled up inside him.

Four or five shirtless bandits were holding down a young woman.

Her clothes were already torn to shreds.

Her exposed fair skin was covered with bluish-purple bruises and hideous scratches, a shocking sight.

Upon seeing this, the other bandits sitting on the side of the hall let out a series of beast-like laughs and foul-mouthed shouts, which were extremely filthy.

These beasts were so engrossed in their lust that they were completely unaware of Gao Yuan and his companions' arrival.

He Huan smiled obsequiously and said, "My friends, please excuse my rudeness. The chief and the others are in high spirits. There are still many women we've abducted in the prison of the stronghold. I'll introduce them to you later. If you're interested, hehe!"

As he spoke, he failed to notice that the young man's face had turned completely cold.

Wang Qingqing and Cheng Yifeng, who were mixed in with the group, were so angry that they gritted their teeth and pressed their hands against the swords at their waists.

At the head of the hall, four people sat around, drinking and chatting, with one person standing out in particular.

He had a fat head and big ears, and was even wearing a monk's robe, neither monk nor layman, exuding an indescribable greasiness.

The four people were positioned directly opposite the entrance to the hall. As soon as someone stepped in, they all turned their gazes toward them.

The other bandits, who were joking and laughing, noticed the leader's gaze and turned their heads as well.

"Boss, let me introduce you. Master Wang and Young Master Gao are merchants under the command of the Marquis of Shanshan in Dali. They sell tea..."

Porcelain, horses...

He was giving a passionate presentation when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the drastic change in everyone's expressions out of the corner of his eye.

This includes the head of the gang, Pu Shangnong, and the master from Dayunming Temple.

All eyes turned to his side.

He Huan's smile froze, and when she glanced back, she was instantly terrified.

The eight people who were following behind him suddenly stopped.

Then, at Gao Gongzi's signal, they locked the door to the main hall of the stockade and drew their weapons.

What do they want to do?

Are they going to start a fight at Qingshan Village?

Is he... insane?!

That young master Gao was even more audacious than the rest.

He seemed to disregard the people in the hall, drew a long sword from Wang Dongjia's waist, and walked towards the hall.

What is Your Excellency doing?!

Wang Weizhi was startled and quickly followed, sticking close to Gao Yuan's side. His heart was in his throat, afraid that something might happen to him.

He was weighing his options in his mind: how to protect the envoy and get him out of there.

puff!puff!puff!

Gao Yuan twirled the three-foot-long sword with incredible precision, its cold light flashing.

A sword pierced the heart of the bandit who was pinning the woman down, the tip protruding through his chest.

With a flick and a shake, the sword cleaved through the neck of the bandit who was helping to hold the woman down on the left.

The third sword, turning from left to right, pierced the eye socket of a bandit who was putting on his underpants, and his skull emerged.

Hot blood splattered all over the woman's body and face.

The remaining bandit who was surrounding the woman was terrified by the sudden appearance of the evil spirit.

He didn't even have time to fasten his belt before he scrambled to his feet and fled for his life.

Gao Yuan hooked the short knife on the ground with his foot and struck the hilt with his palm.

The short knife flew past and passed between his legs.

The bandit trembled violently, rolling on the ground and howling in agony, his voice so shrill it sent chills down one's spine.

"Young Master Gao... what are you doing?!"

He Huan cried out in disbelief.

However, Gao Yuan ignored him.

He continued to move forward, while the three abbots and the head monk in the hall remained still for the time being.

They didn't understand the current situation either.

Since it was He Huan who brought them to the village, and they were a merchant caravan under the command of the Marquis of Shanshan, they must have come to do business.

Could it be that the young people don't like the atmosphere of this group's debauchery?

They also encountered many young people who considered themselves chivalrous heroes.

However, he would always be scolded and forced to leave by the elders who came with him to discuss business.

After all, in business, how can someone refuse to accept money?

As for the deaths of a few people.

In a little while, scrape off more white stuff from them, and you'll have heavy, snow-white snowflakes.

Therefore, they were not alarmed.

Wu Sishao, the second-in-command of Qingshan Village, glanced at his brother-in-law, put down his wine cup, and said, "I am blind and did not know that the bandits under the command of the Marquis of Shanshan of Dali have come to the village. The brothers in the village are feeling down and are just looking for some fun. It is an insult to your noble eyes. Please forgive me."

"Hmm? Having dirty eyes is secondary; what's truly worrying is that some people's hearts and lungs are already rotting!"

Gao Yuan was still lifting his foot forward when the third leader, Yu Danhang, saw his rudeness, glanced at his elder brother, frowned and shouted: "Boy, I don't care what kind of dog of a Marquis you are, if you dare to take another step forward, don't blame me for taking your life."

After he finished speaking, he drew his knife!

Because the young man in white ignored his warning and had already taken three steps forward.

Yu Danhang moved swiftly; the boy had barely taken his fourth step when a large sword slashed down directly at him!

He channeled his inner energy into the broadsword, unleashing a slash that created a phantom image; the fierce wind from the blade stung his face.

Just as Wang Wei was about to make a move, the young man didn't give him the chance.

Without blinking, he took another big step forward, his broadsword about a foot away, his left sleeve fluttering.

He held the blade with two fingers.

"Click".

Like a crisp sound of breaking a bamboo shoot, the broadsword was actually snapped in two by his internal energy.

Then he pinched the tip of the knife, flicked his finger, and produced a whistling sound!

The blade sparked as it grazed Yu Danhang's blade before plunging directly into his throat.

Yu Danhang gripped the broken knife, his pupils suddenly contracted, a hoarse sound came from his throat, his body swayed as if his bones had been removed, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Pu Shangnong's face turned ashen. He slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly: "How dare you, you brat! Brothers, grab your weapons and chop him up!"

Suddenly, shouts of fighting arose.

Gao Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids, and with a few quick steps, he was in front of Pu Shangnong in an instant.

Then he flipped his left palm again, and the afterimages intertwined, it was the Tianshan Six Yang Palm!

Pu Shangnong couldn't distinguish between feints and real attacks at all; in Gao Yuan's eyes, he was full of flaws.

A moment of distraction.

Pu Shangnong felt a warmth in his lower abdomen.

A powerful and intense palm force surged from his lower abdomen and exploded in his dantian!

In the main hall, Pu Shangnong coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing straight into the second-in-command, Wu Sishao.

Propelled by the force, Yu Li and Wu Sishao crashed heavily to the ground.

Wu Sishao struggled to push away the corpse of Pu Shangnong that was pressing down on him.

Just as he was about to get up and fight back, a flash of cold light appeared, and a long sword pierced through his throat.

Before Wu Sishao could even let out a scream, his eyes widened and he collapsed to the ground.

The senior monk's heart sank, and he finally realized that something was wrong.

Even if Pu Shangnong and his two companions were crippled, their martial arts skills would still be comparable to those of a leader of the Zoroastrian sect.

The young man killed three people in three moves in just a few breaths, which startled the old monk.

"Friend, who are you?"

Gao Yuan glanced at the bandits and Dongying gang members who were now in complete chaos in the hall, then looked at the head monk again: "You're from Dayunming Temple? You eat the food of the Zoroastrian Church?"

"That's right, I am Qiu Zhong, the deputy altar master of the Fubo Altar under Yun Shuilun of the Fire Worship Sect. Friend, we don't seem to have any grudges against each other."

Qiu Zhong looked him up and down.

"I come from Tianshan. Guo Jie, Tan Qing, and Ye Hanbing all owe me a life. Since you all belong to the same sect, I will naturally collect some interest from you."

"Go! Feed the hidden weapons!"

He owes your mother a life; what does the matter of the withered wood wheel have to do with his cloud water wheel?

But now is not the time to talk nonsense. Qiu Zhong plans to run out and gather the bandits, then trap them in the main hall.