The Martial Saint Started from Scavenging

Ye Sheng didn't rush out immediately because he knew that only a fool would do something like a head-on fight.

He is currently severely depleted of qi and blood, and his internal strength has only recovered to about 70-80%. If he were to charge straight at the bandit leader wielding the ghost-headed broadsword, he would be chopped into mincemeat within three rounds.

You have to use your brain.

At this moment, Ye Sheng's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, swept across the entire battlefield. He discovered that the bandits had completely relaxed their guard and were laughing and joking as they prepared to divide the spoils and the women. The bandit leader, with a lewd grin, reached out to grab the unconscious girl inside the carriage.

The opportunity is coming!

Ye Sheng took a deep breath, forcefully channeling the already limited internal energy in his dantian into his legs. At the same time, he quickly recalled the techniques recorded in the Burning Blood Saber Technique.

"Using one's own essence and blood as a catalyst, igniting the power of blood and qi..."

Ye Sheng bit his tongue, and a sweet, metallic taste filled his mouth. At the same time, a scorching power, as if it would set his entire body ablaze, erupted from the depths of his heart and instantly flowed through his limbs.

[Burning Blood Blade Technique]!

Instead of choosing the most powerful but also most energy-consuming [Burning Blood Slash], he used all of that explosive power on his movement technique.

【Blood Shadow Step】!

His figure left an afterimage in place, and like a ghost, he silently slid out from behind the rock. Using the trees and bushes as cover, he circled around to the side and rear of the bandits at an incredible speed.

The entire process was carried out without a sound. The bandits, absorbed in the thrill of plunder, were completely unaware that the hunter had arrived behind them.

Ye Sheng's goal was clear: to capture the bandit leader first!

Once he is killed, the remaining rabble will be no threat.

Just as the bandit leader's large hands were about to touch the girl's skirt, Ye Sheng moved.

Like a cheetah that had been poised for a long time, he burst out from the shadows. The woodcutter's knife in his hand, enhanced by the Blood Burning Blade Technique, glowed with a faint red light, like the fangs of a venomous snake, and stabbed straight at the vital point in the back of his opponent.

This strike was swift, precise, and ruthless, containing all the power he could unleash at that moment.

"who!"

The bandit leader, as expected of a martial artist in the late stage of the entry level, possessed extremely keen senses. The moment the blade touched his body, he sensed the deadly killing intent.

He roared and, without thinking, swung his sword backhand, unleashing a fierce aura and immense force, slashing fiercely behind him.

However, he was fast, but Ye Sheng was even faster!

"Pfft!"

Before he could fully swing his demon-headed broadsword, the seemingly ordinary woodcutter's knife had easily torn through his defenses, pierced his solid muscles, and the tip of the knife protruded from his chest.

"Well……"

The bandit leader froze, looking down in disbelief at the blood-stained tip of the knife in his chest, his eyes filled with horror.

He wanted to turn around and see who had ambushed him, but Ye Sheng didn't give him the chance.

With a sudden flick of his wrist and a twist of the blade, his domineering internal energy instantly destroyed his heart meridian.

The bandit leader swayed, and finally collapsed with a thud in front of the carriage, life extinguished.

This sudden and astonishing turn of events stunned everyone. The bandits, who were laughing wildly just a moment ago, stood frozen in place as they watched their leader being killed with a single blow. Their smiles froze on their faces.

Even the caravan guards who had been kneeling and begging for mercy forgot their fear and stared in disbelief at the scene before them. The entire place fell into a deathly silence.

Ye Sheng kicked aside the bandit leader's corpse and slowly stood up. His appearance at that moment was extremely horrifying.

Dressed in the black outfit of a Blood Pact Merchant Guild assassin, with a cold and menacing look on his face, the blood-dripping woodcutter's knife in his hand gleamed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

He ignored the terrified bandits, instead casting his icy gaze upon the caravan guards kneeling on the ground, and slowly spoke: "The Blood Pact Merchant Guild is conducting business. Unauthorized personnel, get out!"

Blood Pact Merchant Guild!

These four words, like a thunderclap, exploded in everyone's ears.

Upon hearing this, the caravan guards felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They scrambled to their feet and rushed into the woods without looking back, disappearing in an instant.

The bandits, on the other hand, paled horribly, their legs trembling with fear. Black Wind Ridge was located on the edge of the Eastern Region, a place isolated from news. They might not know the Azure Cloud Sword Sect, but they had certainly heard of the Blood Pact Merchant Guild's infamous reputation.

Because it was a ruthless, vengeful, and powerful assassin organization that even the government dared not easily provoke. Offending the Blood Pact Merchant Guild was tantamount to stepping into the gates of hell.

"You...you...who are you? We, Black Wind Stronghold, have never had any dealings with your Blood Pact Merchant Guild; we've always kept to ourselves!"

One of the bandits, who looked like the second-in-command, mustered his courage and shouted in a fierce but inwardly cowardly manner.

Ye Sheng sneered, because that was exactly what he was waiting for. He brandished the woodcutter's knife, flicking off the bloodstains, and then pulled out the wanted poster he had found on Blood Wolf, stamped with a bloody handprint.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly what this is!"

Upon hearing this, the second-in-command looked nervously at the bounty poster in Ye Sheng's hand. When he saw the words "Blood Pact Merchant Guild - Eastern Region Branch" and the unique blood handprint, Ye Sheng quickly put it away.

Although he couldn't see the specific portrait clearly, those few words and the bloody handprint mark were enough to make the second-in-command tremble. In his opinion, no one in the Eastern Region would dare to forge the Blood Pact Merchant Guild's bounty order.

"Was that... a silver bounty from the Blood Pact Merchant Guild?"

Upon hearing this, the bandits behind him turned pale with fright, and many of them began to quietly retreat, preparing to make a run for it.

"Now, do you still think we should keep to ourselves?"

Ye Sheng's expression was stern as he took a step forward, his cold gaze sweeping across the faces of each bandit.

"This person is a bounty target of our Blood Pact Merchant Guild. If you dare to touch her, you will be making an enemy of our Blood Pact Merchant Guild. Tell me, do you want to end your own lives, or do you want me to send you on your way?"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the other person's heart.

The bandits looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear.

Although they outnumbered each other, their leader was dead, leaving them leaderless and demoralized. Moreover, their opponents were assassins from the Blood Pact Merchant Guild.

"Thump!"

It's unclear who was the first to kneel down. Then, as if a domino effect had been triggered, the remaining bandits all threw down their weapons, knelt on the ground, and desperately kowtowed, begging for mercy.

"Sir, spare us! Sir, spare us! We were blind and didn't recognize you! We didn't know this young lady was one of yours!"

"We'll never do it again! Please, sir, spare our lives!"

Cries for mercy and screams filled the air.

Ye Sheng looked at the bandits who had been fierce and menacing just moments before, but now resembled stray dogs, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

But he knew very well that he could no longer make a move. Forcibly activating the Blood Burning Blade Technique just now had worsened his already depleted blood and qi.

At this moment, Ye Sheng felt dizzy and his internal organs were burning with pain. He was only holding on by sheer willpower.

"roll!"

Ye Sheng squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth.

"Get out of my sight before I change my mind!"

The bandits, as if granted a pardon, scrambled to their feet, abandoning their weapons, and fled into the woods in a panic, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye. Only when the last bandit vanished from sight did Ye Sheng breathe a sigh of relief.

He could no longer hold on, his body swayed violently, and he fell to his knees, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned ashen.

"Are you...are you alright?"

A clear voice, tinged with timidity and concern, rang out behind him. Ye Sheng turned around and saw the elegantly dressed girl, who had somehow woken up, leaning against the carriage and looking at him with a worried expression.

The fear that had been in her eyes was gone, replaced by a complex and unreadable expression. There was confusion, gratitude, and a hint of wariness.