Misty Rain of the Old Times

Chapter 315 Extinction
Walking in the air, with the breeze blowing around, birds singing and flowers blooming in the mountains, in the corners, on the treetops, behind the rocks, the bandits who were once full of evil fell into a long sleep silently.

What made them dream was just a fragile leaf, which penetrated into their eyebrows and killed them forever, leaving only a spot of bright red blood between their eyebrows, which the brow helmet could not block.

As Chen Xuan approached the mountain village, it was as if an invisible eraser erased the lives and the crimes those people had committed, but the suffering they had caused to people over the years could never be erased.

The mountains were steep and difficult to walk on, but Chen Xuan didn't need to walk up the mountain. He took light steps in the air, and two leaves alternated under his feet. He walked straight to the gate of the mountain village on the leaves alternating under his feet as if he was taking a leisurely stroll in the garden.

There is no need to hide or sneak around. The villain in the village has already fallen into a long sleep before he is discovered. When the day comes, he seems to come in the light, dispelling the darkness and evil in the mountain.

Under his feet, the road was paved with sinful lives. Wherever he passed, the mountains that were full of vitality, amidst the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, revealed an eerie silence that was frightening and chilling.

Chen Xuan asked himself whether he was a good person, nor was he completely bad. When he met the bandits in the mountains, he just dealt with them. It was not for the sake of justice, nor was it simply for Gao Jingming to pass smoothly. He just did it because he wanted to.

He walked lightly in the air on the leaves, as if he was walking on flat ground, heading straight towards the gate of the village, and even had the mood to appreciate the surrounding mountains and rivers.

This kind of lightness skill is simply astonishing. It is beyond the reach of any innate realm. Even most masters cannot do it so easily. But Chen Xuan is a grandmaster, and he practices the way of nature. The key is that he has put a lot of effort into this means of escape.

Strength is one thing, but he will never think running away is enough. There is no invincible person in the world. If he encounters someone he cannot beat in the future, running away becomes his only hope of survival.

In just a few minutes, Chen Xuan arrived at the gate of the stronghold. The two-foot-thick copper-clad gate originally required a winch to open, but he raised his hand and gently pushed it open, just like pushing open the door of his own home. There were still a dozen bandits silently "sleeping" on the walls of the stronghold on the left and right sentry towers.

Entering the mountain stronghold, walking on the stone road that had been trampled to a shine over the years, the leaves surrounding Chen Xuan flew out from time to time towards the corner building, and then flew back in the blink of an eye to continue circling around. Every time they flew out, they took the life of a bandit, allowing them to leave this world without pain.

Honestly, this didn't give Chen Xuan any sense of accomplishment. It was just crushing some ants, so what kind of sense of accomplishment could there be? He even felt a little bored.

Tension? Excitement? Not at all. Not even a hint of emotion.

But he only killed those who deserved to be killed, and he would not let go of anyone whose hands were covered in blood. Occasionally, there were some individuals whose bodies were "clean", but he would pretend they did not exist, not killing them, and not caring about them.

However, this was the bandit's lair after all. As Chen Xuan killed more and more people, whether it was the atmosphere, the death of the scouts that cut off contact, or those few innocent people who were spared by Chen Xuan, how could the village not feel something was wrong?

This perfect 'stealth' eventually alerted the remaining bandits.

"Oh no, something's happened, people are dead, many brothers are dead, someone has broken into the mountains, a powerful enemy is attacking!" A scream broke the 'tranquility' of the mountain stronghold, and then the whole stronghold became manic, the crowd surged, shouting and cursing as they poured out of the buildings, everyone put down what they were doing, took up their weapons and gathered.

"What happened? How many people died?"

"Damn it, where did the enemy come from? Why is there no movement at all? Are the sentries at the foot of the mountain all dead? And there are also people stalking on the road? Why didn't we get any news? I'll punish them with family discipline later."

"Where is that person? Who is that person? Where did he get to?"

Chen Xuan was unmoved by the commotion and chaos in the village, and continued to stroll towards the faint aura of the innate realm. He even had the mood to appreciate the layout and architectural style of the village.

Tsk, they are just a bunch of rough and uncouth people, without much elegance and style. Their buildings are at most solid, but lack any beauty.

Chen Xuan's senses have covered the entire mountain. No movement within a radius of several miles can escape his perception. No evil bandits can escape, as a single leaf can send them to their doom.

Not to mention, in addition to the only road up the mountain, this mountain stronghold actually has three secret passages leading to different places, and there is also a small road in the back mountain. It is normal for a cunning rabbit to have three burrows. This group of bandits is not raising the flag to openly rebel. Sometimes they still need to retreat to avoid the encirclement and suppression by the government, so of course they have to prepare a retreat to survive.

As for how Chen Xuan knew the secret passage, it was not difficult. Although he did not have the ability to see through things, the slight vibration caused by his footsteps on the ground allowed him to sense the location of the secret passage. After all, the transmission of force can provide feedback on a lot of things.

Chen Xuan did not hide himself when he came here. As soon as he stepped into the mountain stronghold within a few dozen meters, the riotous bandits discovered him, a person who was out of place. Then they swarmed up and surrounded him.

However, he did not stop, as if those people did not exist. With leaves surrounding him, he continued to move towards his goal as if he was strolling in the garden.

The bandits were shocked and angry. They could tell at a glance that Chen Xuan was not an ordinary person, especially the leaves surrounding him that kept flying out and flying back, taking the life of a bandit each time. They were unable to resist and had no time to react. They could only watch him die.

Chen Xuan alone, with his relaxed steps, created an unparalleled sense of oppression for all the surviving bandits in the entire stronghold. For the time being, no one even had the courage to take action. It was like a mountain pressing down on their hearts, making it hard to breathe. Some people had dry throats and were trembling all over, while others were sweating and pale.

They used to kill people without mercy, but now they don't even have the courage to pick up a knife. "Who are you? What brings you here? Has our Juyi Village offended you?"

As Chen Xuan moved forward, the bandits died one after another, without even having time to scream. The bandits surrounding Chen Xuan subconsciously made way for him, and one of them mustered up the courage to ask.

The person asking the questions was probably someone of some importance in the village. He had already opened up all eight extraordinary meridians. He was a man of about thirty years old, holding a long sword but not daring to lift it.

Chen Xuan walked forward with a calm smile on his face and said, "I was passing by on the official road before, and your people jumped out and claimed to be bandits, shouting at me to kill, so I came to kill you. Why didn't you resist? I have killed a third of them, and it won't be long before they are all gone."

"Master of the innate! Who are you? Who sent you? Are you a government official or a wandering knight? Is there any room for negotiation?" the man asked nervously.

Without looking at him anymore, Chen Xuan curled his lips and said, "Stop talking nonsense! I already said I was here to kill people. If you don't resist and let me kill you, it will save you trouble. Why don't we make a deal and kill yourselves to save me the trouble of doing it myself?"

As he spoke, a leaf flew out and the person who spoke fell to the ground with blood on his brow, without even a chance to react.

"Brother, someone has entered the mountain and is extremely arrogant. Please take action to eliminate this person!"

"Brothers, come together. He's alone. Kill him..."

Seeing no room for negotiation, Chen Xuan continued to kill people, and the bandits were terrified and angry. In the past, they were the only ones bullying others, so how could they be bullied like this? In anger, they not only shouted for the boss, but also rushed towards Chen Xuan without hesitation.

Swords flashed, arrows rained down, and some people with deep internal energy would either emit various colors of light from their bodies, or condense sharpness into their weapons, or their fists and palms would glow.

However, Chen Xuan seemed to be unable to see their siege. The arrows could not get close to him and even flew back and pierced the heads of the archers. The sword lights and shadows around him froze in an instant, because the leaves surrounding him were flying around like butterflies among flowers, piercing the eyebrows of the bandits and taking their lives wherever they passed.

"This man is a devil, run!"

"Brother, what are you waiting for? Are you going to let this person kill us all and remain indifferent?"

After Chen Xuan killed two or three hundred bandits in the blink of an eye, corpses fell in large numbers, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and the rest collapsed directly, abandoning their weapons in grief and anger and fleeing in all directions.

But could he escape? Chen Xuan chuckled, thinking that the Xiantian realm bandit leader here was indeed not on the same side as them, otherwise how could he be indifferent to the deaths of so many people? After all, his men were all wealthy.

Since then, most of the more than 800 bandits in the entire Juyi Village have been killed by Chen Xuan easily. He did not feel any sense of accomplishment and his heart was calm. Except for those who were clean, he ignored them. As for those who escaped, whoever ran faster would die faster!
This group of so-called bandits didn't even have the qualifications to make him take notice in front of them. They were just a bunch of rabble. If they were a regular army with thousands of troops deployed in battle formation, Chen Xuan would probably take them seriously.

Unable to win or escape, and even being killed if they entered the secret passage, the remaining bandits were in despair, crying and running towards the depths of the stronghold, where their lifeline seemed to be.

Maybe they have also enjoyed the desperate struggle of others, but I don’t have such a bad taste.

Thinking in his heart, Chen Xuan sped up the harvesting speed. The bandits fell one after another, and they were closer to the elusive aura of the innate realm.

When they were about a hundred feet apart, Chen Xuan raised his head slightly and smiled, "I thought you were so calm, but you want to escape now? I'm a little disappointed, but do you think you can escape?"

While Chen Xuan was speaking, the innate master he sensed finally showed up, but he did not intend to attack. Instead, he used his lightness skills to leave.

But he stopped in his tracks when Chen Xuan said that. Standing on the roof, he looked at Chen Xuan with a serious expression and said, "When did a young master like you appear? You are so confident that you can keep me here?"

With a wave of his hand, the leaves surrounding Chen Xuan flew in all directions, killing all the remaining bloody bandits in the village. The leaves completed their mission and no longer flew back to Chen Xuan.

From then on, everything in Juyi Village became a thing of the past!

He stood in the square, surrounded by corpses. While he was killing the bandits, the innate master on the roof just stared at him without any reaction.

Chen Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, a sword hanging loosely at his waist. He looked at the other person calmly and said, "I have something to ask you. Why don't we talk?"

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(End of this chapter)