Chapter 51 Mountain Bandits
"Stop! This road was opened by me! This tree was planted by me—!!"
Before the mountain bandit’s words could finish, a flash of cold light appeared, and his head rolled down the cliff along the bluish bricks like a rabbit, bouncing and tumbling, finally plunging into the river with a splash.
"Eh?" "Boss, boss?"
The mountain bandits stared dumbfounded at the head, and in the blink of an eye, the green figure carrying a stone sword charged at them along the plank road railing, flashing by like a ghost, like a bat flying directly towards them.
In the brief moment of a blink, it swayed left and right, the stone sword wrapped in Gang Feng slicing through bodies, drawing a perfect arc, dismembering them, and spreading a rain of blood across the plank road.
It sounded like the crisp sound of wind.
With a casual shake of the blood, the sword’s spine clean, Tie Dan glanced around at the bodies scattered on the ground.
All human.
His senior brother often said, back when demons occupied this roadway, demons and monsters roamed everywhere, and trade caravans traveling north or south needed to gather large escorts, hiring security bureaus to traverse.
Then Chen Huzi came to Guangxia Mountain, akin to a den of tigers descending on Juelong Ridge, making no one dare linger on the Chidao. A sword light would descend from the heavens, severing heads, scaring demons in all directions away.