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"Damn it! Run!"

Upon seeing this, the fat monk's expression changed drastically.

Before he could finish speaking, several masked men had already drawn their swords, the cold, gleaming blades coming straight at him!

"clang--"

A piercing sound of metal clashing against metal suddenly exploded, making people's eardrums ache.

The fat monk remained unmoved, and a solid golden bell phantom appeared out of thin air around him, steadily blocking the fatal blow.

"Golden Bell Shield? So he's a ninth-rank martial artist!"

The masked men's eyes narrowed, and their attacks became increasingly ruthless and cunning.

They were enveloped in a demonic aura, their presence becoming eerie and chilling.

Clearly, these people are all pseudo-martial artists who have been possessed by demonic energy.

In terms of raw strength, they are naturally no match for the two genuine ninth-rank martial artists, the Fat Monk and the Thin Monk.

But two fists can't fight four hands!

The fat and thin monks had no intention of continuing the fight; they only wanted to escape as soon as possible.

Thanks to the esoteric Buddhist initiation, both the fat and thin monks inherited their master's mastery of the Golden Bell Cover technique.

With their combined power, the two created layers upon layers of golden bell phantoms around their bodies, leaving no flaws in their defenses.

Relying on their invulnerable martial arts skills, they charged around recklessly, trying to break through the encirclement.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Seeing that she couldn't subdue the fat and thin monks, the female centurion wearing a gold-embroidered iron mask coldly rebuked them, her tone full of impatience.

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure turned into a blur and vanished from the spot in an instant.

The fat and thin monks felt their hair stand on end, and alarm bells rang in their hearts.

The two exerted all their strength to activate the Golden Bell Shield, and their bodies shone with a surge of golden light.

"Bang!!!"

The seemingly indestructible golden bell shield was torn apart by an extremely fast blade of light after only a moment of resistance!

The female commander casually swung her knife, slashing hard at the chests of the two men, causing blood to gush out instantly.

The wound was so deep that bone was visible, and the flesh was a bloody mess.

The two groaned in pain and staggered backward.

Giving them no chance to catch their breath, the female commander's blade flashed again!

The speed was beyond imagination, leaving no room for reaction.

In the blink of an eye, the fat and thin monks were covered in knife wounds.

They were stabbed dozens of times, as if they were being slowly sliced ​​to death, their clothes soaked in blood.

Even with their exceptional physical training, they couldn't withstand the onslaught of the sword strikes, which resembled a violent storm.

"Bang! Bang!"

With two muffled thuds, the fat and thin monks spat out blood and flew backward like kites with broken strings.

The two crashed heavily to the ground, unable to get up.

A group of masked men immediately stepped forward, their gleaming long knives pressed firmly against the necks of the two men.

The female commander then sheathed her sword and stood up, looking down at the two disheveled figures on the ground.

"Gentlemen, please spare my life!"

"We were merely passing through this area and have never done anything heinous. We beg you, sir, to show mercy!"

The fat and thin monks were on the verge of tears, lying on the ground begging for mercy, their hearts filled with resentment.

How come they have to encounter all the most unlucky things in the world!

The female commander remained unmoved, slowly pulling out a portrait and asking in an icy tone, "Have you seen this person before?"

Upon hearing this, both the fat and thin monks were first taken aback, then filled with confusion.

They initially thought that these imperial henchmen were killing them without hesitation because they had a grudge against Mingyi Temple.

But now that I see it, it turns out these guys were just looking for someone!

If you had said so earlier, why did you have to try to kill them the moment you met them, almost turning them into mincemeat!

Is it necessary to be so domineering when asking someone?

The two were extremely frustrated, but dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction, and quickly forced themselves to look at the portrait.

You wouldn't have known if you hadn't looked, but what you saw shocked you!

The man in the portrait was none other than Fang Chang, who had just terrified them!

Unlike the previous portrait, this one in the female commander's hand was painted recently.

In the painting, Fang Chang sits alone in an inn, pouring wine, his expression lifelike.

This portrait was created by the innkeeper's wife.

Clearly, the proprietress was implicated and couldn't escape the calamity, falling victim to these people's cruelty.

"Hmm? You've seen him before?"

The female centurion had only asked casually, without any hope, and planned to order their execution if the two could not answer.

But the reactions of the fat and thin monks upon seeing the portraits alerted her to something amiss, and her gaze instantly sharpened as she locked onto the two of them.

The fat and thin monks exchanged a glance, their expressions turning strange.

Now that things have come to this, they finally understand that the target of this group of imperial henchmen is that madman!

Where did these guys get the courage to provoke a seventh-rank martial artist?

Although they lost to the female centurion, they did not believe that this woman would be a match for that madman.

That madman is a seventh-rank martial artist who can kill evil spirits with a single strike.

Although this female centurion was very strong, she was at most on par with their master, both being eighth-rank martial artists.

An eighth-rank martial artist actually wants to cause trouble for a seventh-rank martial artist? Has this woman gone mad?

But on second thought, this might not be a bad thing for them.

If they could lure these guys to cause trouble for that madman, they could then run off to meet up with their master and seize the serpent ahead of time.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes meeting, and they understood each other perfectly, displaying remarkable tacit understanding.

"To answer your question, sir, to be honest, we have indeed seen this person before."

"They're currently in a dilapidated temple not far ahead, and they're with a group of bodyguards."

Upon learning of Fang Chang's whereabouts, a hint of murderous intent flashed in the female centurion's eyes.

But her next sentence instantly shattered the fat and thin monks' plans, leaving them feeling disheartened.

"Take these two men with you and go check out that dilapidated temple."

Upon hearing this, the fat and thin monks' expressions changed drastically, their eyes filled with despair.

What?!

They finally managed to escape!

……

Spring showers are like thieves sneaking into a secluded boudoir to steal flowers.

They arrived in a sudden storm and left in a hurry, leaving behind only muddy water stains in the gullies and a tree of pear blossoms wet with rain.

After the rain stopped, the bodyguards were completely unaware of what had happened the night before, and instead thought they had had a rare good night's sleep.

After a night's rest, Ma Dao's chest wound had healed to about 70-80%.

He rallied his spirits and directed everyone to pack their belongings and carry the coffin on their journey.

Fang Chang, carrying his goose-feather saber, followed at the back of the group as always, keeping a low profile.

Only Ma Duxiu stayed by his side, always finding some lame excuse to bring him water and food.

Anyone with eyes could see that Chief Ma's daughter had probably fallen for this young hero, Fang.

Ma Dao saw all of this, but didn't want to point it out, so he simply kept his eyes down and pretended not to see it.

Fang Chang's mind was not on romance at all; he was only interested in teasing the golden eagle along the way.

Whenever the young bird was drowsy, he would slap it awake.

No matter how fierce the golden eagle is, it is still just a fledgling bird whose wings are just beginning to grow. How can it withstand such torment?

Therefore, before even reaching Liusha River, Fang Chang had already subdued them, and they no longer dared to show their claws to him.