Chapter 150: Slaughter in the Village
Chapter 150: Slaughter in the Village
The woman clutched Mu Feng's cloak tightly, rushing to the lifeless body of her husband pinned against the wall. Her heart-wrenching sobs filled the small room as she cradled his bloodied form.
Mu Feng sighed, stepping outside and shutting the door gently behind him. The cries and chaos of the bandits' rampage echoed through the village.
"Xiao Tian, these beasts are yours. Feast as much as you want." His voice was ice-cold, laced with fury.
"Roar!"
Xiao Tian, the white-scaled serpent-dragon coiled around Mu Feng's arm, hissed eagerly. It unfurled its immense twenty-meter body and shot toward a bandit emerging from a house with a sack of stolen grain.
Before the man could react, Xiao Tian's gaping jaws closed around him, swallowing him whole in one swift motion.
The Wrath of Mu Feng and Bai Ziyue
In the village's center, Bai Ziyue had already begun his assault. His four-foot blade shimmered with deadly precision, piercing and slashing through bandits as though they were mere shadows. Nearby, Mu Feng's hand erupted with crimson light as the Shura Blood Blade materialized—a weapon exuding raw brutality.
"Kill!" Mu Feng bellowed, his command as sharp as the edge of his blade. He swung the massive weapon, its arc cleaving through an oncoming bandit's defenses and splitting him in half.
A trio of bandits rushed him with raised swords, but Mu Feng discarded the unwieldy blade, allowing it to hover midair and absorb the blood of the fallen. In his hands now was the Purple Lightning Spear, crackling with energy. With a deft motion, he parried their attacks and retaliated with explosive power.
"Boom!"
One bandit's chest exploded under a punch imbued with twelve levels of bone-shattering force. A second was decapitated by a bolt of spear-generated lightning. The third dropped lifeless to the ground as a finger strike pierced his skull.
The Beasts Join the Fray
Xiao Tian rampaged, its colossal claws sweeping through clusters of bandits. Its frosty aura condensed into sharp, icy shards that shredded one man into glistening fragments. Another group fell prey to its fiery breath, their bodies consumed by raging crimson flames.
Meanwhile, Bai Ziyue's swordsmanship was a spectacle of lethal grace. White streaks of sword energy danced around him, striking down enemies with precise brutality. His Wind Wolf and Mu Feng's Serpent-Tail Panther also tore through the bandits, ripping flesh and scattering entrails.
Despite their initial bravado, the bandits soon realized they stood no chance. With more than thirty of their comrades lying dead, the remaining dozen mounted their horses in a desperate bid to flee.
But Xiao Tian's feral roar paralyzed their steeds with terror. The horses collapsed, trembling violently, throwing their riders to the ground.
"Run? Do you think you can escape?" Mu Feng sneered, his spear gleaming ominously. He and Bai Ziyue advanced with their weapons raised, their expressions cold and merciless.
Interrogation and Gratitude
The surviving bandits cowered before Mu Feng and Bai Ziyue, trembling uncontrollably. Their numbers had dwindled to two, tied back-to-back by Bai Ziyue.
"You belong to the Ma Shan Bandit Gang, don't you?" Mu Feng's icy voice broke the silence.
The bandits nodded frantically, their words tumbling out in terror. "Yes, yes, we're from Ma Shan! Please, have mercy! We only came down to raid because our boss ordered us to!"
"The Ma Shan Bandits… Robbing is one thing, but slaughtering innocents?" Bai Ziyue spat in disgust.
"Bandits don't follow any code of honor," Mu Feng replied calmly, though his tone was laced with venom. "Justice must be served."
"Brother Feng, what do we do with these two?" Bai Ziyue asked, his hand still on his sword hilt.
"Keep them alive for now. We need details about the Ma Shan gang before we decide their fate," Mu Feng ordered. Bai Ziyue nodded, pulling the ropes tighter around the bandits' wrists.
The Villagers' Relief
With the battle over, the surviving villagers cautiously emerged from their hiding places. They looked around at the corpses of their tormentors, their faces etched with a mix of fear and awe. Slowly, they approached Mu Feng and Bai Ziyue.
The village elder, an aged man with trembling hands, stepped forward. Bowing low, he said, "Thank you, young masters, for saving our lives. Without you, we would have been slaughtered."
Mu Feng and Bai Ziyue quickly helped the elder to his feet. "There's no need for thanks," Mu Feng said. "Protecting the innocent is our duty."
As the villagers gathered, their gratitude turned into curiosity. "Who are these men? How are they so powerful?" someone whispered.
"They must be great warriors, perhaps even cultivators. Look at their beasts!" another said, pointing at Xiao Tian, who was coiled lazily nearby.
Ignoring the murmurs, Mu Feng and Bai Ziyue began questioning the villagers about the Ma Shan gang's activities, piecing together a strategy for their next move. The bandits' reign of terror was about to meet its end.