This Dao Ancestor is too young.

Amidst such a bloody scene, Zhang Yuanzhu gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his expression cold and stern, uttering each word with deliberate precision:

"Are these just bandits? What kind of hell must the demonic path be?!"

The boy vaguely understood why he would be so fierce and resolute in his future memories.

They even wanted to make that fairy Ye, who was both a teacher and a friend, sit in the Demon Mountain for sixty years.

"The Demonic Path!"

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself.

If I have the strength in the future, I will definitely go to Mount Fallen Demon.

At this moment, he made no attempt to conceal himself and strode towards the camp.

The boy stood in front of the camp gate, looking ahead with a cold and sharp gaze.

The energy within his dantian surged, empowering him.

With a slight tilt of his body, he used his feet, legs, and waist to slam into the heavy door.

boom!

Under the immense force, the internal bolts snapped, and the camp gates opened wide.

"Who is it?"

"This is Green Snake Stronghold, you bastard, how dare you trespass?"

"Skin you alive and hang your skin on the gate of the village."

The three bandits guarding the gate shouted angrily, trying to attract more people, and then drew their long knives and charged forward.

Their response was a flash of sword light that pierced the night in an instant.

puff!puff!

The longsword easily pierced the throats of the three men, and bright red blood gushed out from the back of their necks.

The bandit clutched his throat tightly, opened his mouth to let out a whimper, and collapsed to the ground.

Zhang Yuanzhu did not linger on the fallen corpses, but instead picked up his longsword and charged into the camp.

The sounds of clashing metal, chaotic footsteps, and angry shouts rose from all around.

One after another, figures darted out from the night, asking no questions, only the cold glint of metal.

There were fierce-looking bandits, strong men who had practiced martial arts, and archers wielding longbows.

These people were all elites of the Green Snake Stronghold. They came to investigate immediately when the gate was smashed open with a loud noise.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the crowd that was closing in on him, and instead of slowing down, he accelerated again.

A faint blue light shone between his fingers and palm, climbing upwards and covering the longsword.

kill!

The longsword was wielded with explosive ferocity, like a savage bear swinging a pillar, leaving afterimages in the night. Every slash of the sword would cause blood to splatter and screams to erupt.

Whether ordinary people or skilled bandits, all they can face under the longsword is a tragic end.

In just a short while, more than a dozen people lay dead, some with their throats pierced, others with their heads cut off, their deaths extremely gruesome.

"Who are you? What have we done to offend you? We are willing to offer compensation!"

The words came from the darkness of the night; the bloodshed made the bandits think.

kill!

Zhang Yuanzhu strode forward without any intention of exchanging words.

The longsword in his hand thrust straight forward, taking a life.

Having come to this point, how could he be at ease without annihilating his enemies, and what need was there for further negotiation?

At this moment, the remaining members of Green Snake Village clearly understood what the other party meant.

It's a fight to the death!

Is it a blood feud? Or is it a demonic cultivator searching for consumables?

It doesn't matter anymore! All they know is that only one side can survive today.

They really think those who can survive in this chaotic place are pushovers.

Then, led by their leader, they surrounded and attacked, their faces contorted with rage and howling.

The bloody battle has begun again!

......

Deep within Green Snake Village.

Inside the courtyard, two figures sat facing each other.

An elderly man, dressed in a long blue robe and with white hair and beard, looked respectfully at the figure opposite him.

"Young Master Shang, those 'things' are ready. You are welcome to come and collect them at any time."

The young man, wearing a jade crown and with a long sword at his waist, leaned back in his chair, gently waving a folding fan.

"The snake has worked hard all these years and is getting old. When this batch of 'things' is transported into the city, the scriptures will be presented to it with both hands."

As the two were talking, the faint sounds of fighting arose, growing louder and louder as they approached.

The old man's expression changed slightly, and he stood up:

"Young Master Shang, I apologize. It seems I must excuse myself for a moment."

"I'll go with Elder Snake. I'm also very curious about which desperate criminal you've offended."

Snapped!

The young man folded his folding fan, his eyes indifferent.

"We are in trouble with you, Young Master Shang. The Green Serpent Stronghold will do its utmost to help you with matters concerning the elite."

The words seemed to be reminding the young man of the role of Green Snake Village.

Without further ado, he pushed open the door and went out.

Snake Elder exerted force with its paws and sped towards the battleground. Just as it approached the source of the fight, the howling and the clanging of metal came to an abrupt halt.

Before the old man lay a ground littered with corpses, crimson blood covering the earth, and broken weapons scattered everywhere.

A tall, slender figure leaned on his sword, his gaze calmly fixed on the approaching old man.

"The Green Snake Chieftain?"

"Damn it! Damn it!" Looking at the corpses lying all over the ground, Snake Old Man's heart was bleeding.

The dead bandits were not just people he recruited; they were all henchmen whom he cultivated little by little through favors and benefits.

Decades of hard work have been largely destroyed. After this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, Green Snake Village will no longer have the leverage to cooperate with the Shang family.

"Looks like it's you."

Looking at the angry old man in the green robe, Zhang Yuanzhu's suspicions were confirmed.

The next moment, his slender body shot out and instantly arrived in front of Chen Gu. With a long sword in his hand, trailing a dark blue flame, he slashed out without hesitation.

Violent and swift, extremely ruthless.

Faced with the swift strike, the old man's anger intensified.

A beam of dark light burst forth from his chest and hovered in front of him.

clang!

With a clanging sound of metal striking metal, the slender figure retreated.

The young man, his expression solemn, gazed at the triangular shield in front of the floating old man and slowly uttered two words:

"A magical artifact!"

Magical artifacts are tools used by cultivators. Even if they are of low grade, they still possess considerable power.

But what normal rogue cultivator is qualified to possess a magic weapon? Even Qi Refining cultivators might not be able to have one, let alone the bandit leader in front of us who isn't even a Qi Refining cultivator.

It was still in this chaotic place where spiritual energy and spiritual objects were scarce.

"It is naturally a magical artifact, created by sacrificing the blood of a thousand men and a thousand women."

The bearded old man raised his arms and formed a hand seal:

"You scoundrel, you have ruined decades of my life's work. You shall pay with your flesh and blood and your very soul."

hum~

The shield trembled slightly, and wisps of black mist rose up, hurtling towards the boy.

Boom!

Rocks crumbled and dust rose.

A figure burst forth from the dust, a dark blue sword light blazing forth, as it launched another attack.

The old man roared, the hand seal in his palm dissipated, his five fingers slightly bent, and yellow light emanated from his palm as he reached out to grab the sword light.

At the same moment, the triangular shield returned and crashed into the boy.

Bang! Sizzle!

The yellow light tore through, and several fingers, tinged with blood, fell.

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowly dodged the shield, then grinned as he looked at the astonished old man.

The opponent's aura was profound, but its quality was far inferior to that generated by the "Annotations on Qi Guiding Records of the Nether Spring".

Various thoughts flashed through the boy's mind, and his figure shot out again.

He moved around the old man in the green robe, his long sword flashing, each strike faster and heavier than the last, causing the old snake to stagger backward.

Whether it's a shield swipe or a furious roar, nothing can stop the specks of blood from splattering on his body.

The old man was at a complete disadvantage!