A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch-Chapter 97 - 95: What, So You Call Yourself the Heaven-defying Saber?

Half a stick of incense earlier.

[Muscle and Bone Separation, killing bandits like mowing grass, Arhat Hand progress surges]

[Strength surges wildly, more than ten died under his hands, Dragon Palm progress increases greatly]

[Draw bow and set arrow, nine out of ten hit vital spots, archery about to break through to mastery...]

In the void of his mind, ink talismans flashed continuously, revealing lines of text, Bai Qi completely ignored them.

He crossed several long streets, rushing from the Outer City to the Inner City. When encountering small groups of water bandits, he swiftly killed them; for larger groups of Red Eyebrow bandits, he drew his hard bow and shot them all down.

Accompanied by the chaotic scenes, he exuded the heroic aura of a lone hero and his dog traversing the Dragon's Pool and Tiger's Den as in a storybook.

Bai Qi stepped into the East Market Shop and did not see Elder Liang, Brother Shui, nor any fallen corpses.

After a brief discussion with Xiaotou, they guessed that they should be at the Tongwen Hall.

Old Liang had connections with Uncle Dao, so on this good day, they might meet for a few drinks.

As for the parents of Brother Shui and Xiaotou, they might have teamed up to join the inner city's festivities, watching the theatre troupe's exciting performance.

Thus, Bai Qi replenished with the bamboo arrows and wooden shafts commonly used by Hunters, relying on the Fisherman's skills, and bypassing the main road by paddling a sampan from Huangsha Creek, heading straight for Tongwen Hall under the cover of night.

The Red Slot Street was inhabited by small vendors, with profits far less lucrative than large households, making it not the top choice of the Red Eyebrows.

Moreover, it had been screened by the exiled laborers, ironically becoming a blind spot.

Compared to the smoke billowing and flames raging in the Outer City, the Inner City was relatively less chaotic; only occasional shrill cries and vicious laughter revealed the unrest of this night.

Those Red Eyebrow bandits, whose arms and chests were marked with cinnabar-painted lotus flowers, flowed like water, divided into several streams, pouring into Black River County.

They wielded steel knives, more viciously, seemingly well-trained, refraining from indiscriminate killing alongside the water bandits and exiled laborers.

Instead, they grouped in threes or fives, capturing men, women, young, and old from house to house, stripping their clothes and herding them to open areas like livestock.

"Past Qiansi Sect, it's Tongwen Hall."

Bai Qi, having killed along the way sporadically, saw his skills in hand-to-hand combat progress surge.

Not only did he not feel tired, but rather invigorated with a refreshing sense of vigor.

He paid no attention to what the bandits looked like or shouted, taking them as mere livestock in human skin, fighting and shooting, taking each life as an account!

"The Red Eyebrow bandits are getting fewer; they seem afraid to come near here."

Xiaotou followed behind, his steel knife having already sliced through ten heads.

He panted heavily, yet his grip on the knife was steadier.

Perhaps having some talent, Xiaotou often only needed one stroke to cut off a head along the neck.

This is not easy!

If you're accustomed to watching beheadings at the marketplace, you'd know cutting off heads requires skill.

Executioners with poor skills, lacking steady hands or fast blades, could only cut halfway each time.

The prisoner's head would tilt awkwardly, still connected by flesh, convulsing with pain, spraying blood everywhere, making quite a mess.

"They are not foolish; entering the city for wealth, their primary targets are big households and then ordinary people. Entangled in too much conflict with martial artists serves no purpose.

Besides, this is Tongwen Hall! With reputation, there's shadow; the fate of provoking the instructor is likely grim!"

Bai Qi walked quickly, stepping onto the stone steps, ears suddenly catching movements ahead.

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"He Wenbing isn't in a rush to kill, the Fishery's wealth being so thick, the leadership hasn't even tapped into it, how can he wring its neck like a chicken."

Zhang the Fifth, his waist bulging, filled with jewels, said while walking:

"Younger Brother Yang, don't worry, you've already dealt with He Tai's brat, afraid of an old fool running?"

Yang took a deep breath, behind him were more than twenty people, all Red Eyebrow bandits, each bloodthirsty from killing and looting.

"Where is Liang Laoshu? Did your men find him?"

Zhang the Fifth's face twitched:

"That old man has some skills, I sent seven or eight people, only one returned.

The damn thing, didn't you say he was crippled, his martial arts mostly wasted?"

Yang's eye twitched:

"Bai Ahqi! That Fisherman kid gave him quite a few Silver Sand Carps!"

Zhang the Fifth, necklaces of colorful agate beads dangling from his neck, walking with a jingling sound:

"Surname Bai, sixteen or seventeen years old? According to the message from the Red Eyebrow brothers, this kid is not simple, from the Outer City's Tin Street straight to the East Market Shop, nearly killing his way through.

About fifty people, all died under his arrows... He certainly has your early spirit, Younger Brother Yang."

Yang's prominence in his youth, gaining fame in Black River County, and qualifying to contend with Liang Laoshu for the commander position.

Relied on his superb skills in boating and bow skill in killing bandits!

"Like me? Haha."

Yang had nothing on him, didn't search for wealth, only carrying a package, inside Yangquan's memorial.

He laughed viciously:

"He Wenbing still wants me to bow and apologize? Once I catch Bai Ahqi, I'll break this kid's bones one by one in front of him and Liang Laoshu!

What nonsense Fisherman expert, Boss Bai, instructor's disciple... dead, they're just rotten meat!"

Hearing the hate in Yang's tone, Zhang the Fifth reassured:

"According to the spy's report, Liang Laoshu is suspected to have gone with family towards Qiansi Sect.

No rush, we'll catch him sooner or later! Let you vent your anger!"

Yang's brow suddenly furrowed:

"Qiansi Sect? If he steps into that Tongwen Hall, he'll be safe!"

Still riding the high of killing and looting, Zhang the Fifth laughed aloud: