Chapter Seventy-One Cruelty

  "Old Five!"

  "Older brother!"

  The other two were also on the verge of tears. Tianyun and Shi San had been together for decades, although their cultivation levels were high and low, they had always risen and fallen together, which was why they had not been wiped out in so many years.

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  Two men drew out waist swords, one a slender wooden knife and the other a strangely-shaped iron brush, and suddenly stabbed at Li Chen.

  "Hmmph!"

  Li Chen remained fearless, his cold hum filling the air as he threw a punch with undiminished force. With a loud "Dang" sound, the long knife was shattered.

  The left hand stretched out and directly grabbed the iron pen.

  "Looking for death!"

  That thin middle-aged man was furious. Even if you are a Quanzhen Realm warrior, it is impossible to catch the weapon of a Neixi Realm 9th layer peak warrior with your bare hands.

  Moreover, his iron brush was a low-grade spiritual soldier, with a built-in air blade that was extremely sharp.

  Hmph!

  In his shocked gaze, he thought that the left palm of Li Chen without gloves would be pierced with a hole, but unexpectedly, he was caught directly. The flashing sparks told him that the opponent was not only a Zhen True Realm warrior, but also a Lian Ti warrior.

  Martial arts and mysticism dual cultivation!

  As the thought flashed through his mind, his body wanted to retreat when he suddenly felt a great force surging from his abdomen, followed by intense pain sweeping through his brain, and his body was thrown flying.

  Within the district, there are nine layers of martial artists, but none can withstand Lei Chen's full-strength kick; if they don't die, they'll be severely injured.

  "Old Nine!"

  That middle-aged man who was shaken back, with a long knife in his hand, suddenly burst out a foot-long air blade, transformed into a series of air thorns, and swept towards Lichun.

  "Too slow! Storm slash!"

  Li Chen's right fist retracted and then popped out again, with a dense red aura on the top of his fist, forming a tight and impenetrable fist force that quivered slightly.

  Buzz!

  A series of explosive sounds echoed through the air, and several streams of gas expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, suddenly rushing towards the blade.

  A burst of sharp whirring unfolded, the middle-aged man behind the knife edge could not withstand this massive force, his body soared upwards, and the empty door in front of him swung wide open.

  Boom!

  Taking a step forward, a tiger's tooth bit out with a loud crash, hitting him right in the chest.

  Wow!

  Amidst the mournful howls, a blood rain spewed out across the sky, mixed with minced internal organs. The treasured sword slipped from his grasp.

  For the first time, Li Chen used his full strength, the initial cultivation of the Refining Realm, the early stage of the Second Stage martial body, and even the extremely destructive power of the Fierce Fist was unleashed.

  Even a middle-aged Han man who has been through the killing life of the initial stage of martial arts can't last three moves under his hands.

  Whoosh!

  With a few swift movements, there were several crisp cracking sounds. Li Chen continuously pinched the chins of the three people and plucked out a black tooth from each of them, tossing it to the ground.

  "The Thirteen Bandits of Heaven's Cloud: Old Three is the Wolf in the Clouds, Old Five is the Tiger in the Clouds, and Old Nine is the Fox in the Clouds!"

  He pulled out a scroll from his backpack, unrolled it with a brush, and Li Chen's eyes swept over the three people who had fallen to the ground.

  "Pffft, you... who are you?"

  He was first punched by Li Chen, breaking his waist bone. The middle-aged man with a ferocious appearance spat out blood foam, his eyes full of resentment staring at Li Chen.

  He was indeed the Old Fifth Cloud Tiger, and even with his strength in the middle of the Refining Truth Realm, he could only lie on the ground, at the mercy of others, without even having time to use his famous swordsmanship, before being beaten into a severe injury.

  "We've never met before, how can you be so ruthless?"

  The middle-aged man with a knife, his chest caved in, bloodstains constantly emerging from his mouth, stammered.

  "Not bad, the four young men are ignorant and inexperienced. If they have offended Young Master, we are willing to hand over our treasure to redeem their lives!"

  The one using the iron brush is Yun Zhong Hu, who is the strategist of the Thirteen Bandits of Tianyun. Unfortunately, he is too clever but lacks talent. After so many years have passed, he only has a cultivation base of nine layers in the Inner Breath Realm; otherwise, he would definitely be one of the top few troublesome characters.

  "Who told you to go to Tushan Village and kill people!"

  Li Chen rolled up the painting, his expression was indifferent and dull, as if he were looking at a dead person.

  This gaze, the three of them were all too familiar with it, was exactly what they revealed each time after killing someone. Thinking about those people's wails before their deaths and the pleasure it brought them, at this moment, they all shuddered simultaneously.

  They had seen others die in this way and had expected that their own turn would come, only they hadn't expected it to be so sudden. It was terrifying to face death like this.

  The gaze of the cloud fox and the cloud wolf darted towards the cloud tiger, as if they were communicating something.

  "You little rascal, if you have what it takes, come at me, Old Man Tiger! If I just wrinkle my brow, that's the end of you, you turtle-raised thing!"

  Yun Zhonghu's face suddenly changed, and he immediately shouted in anger.

  "Really?"

  Li Chen coldly smiled, lifted his foot and stepped on Yun Zhong Hu's ankle, gently grinding it.

  Crack crack!

  The ear-piercing sound was like a devilish tune that stimulated the hearts of the three, and this Yun Zhong Hu actually proved to be a man, not making a single hum.

  But looking at his increasingly pale face, the cold sweat as big as beans kept dripping down, as if their hearts were bleeding and aching.

  It's not that I'm afraid of the tiger in the clouds, but rather thinking about this kind of intense pain coming to myself soon is terrifying.

  One foot trampled down, another foot replaced it, all four limbs connected, along with the joints, not a single part fell off. Yun Zhong Hu, this robust man, was trampled into a puddle of mud.

  Even if he wanted to bite his tongue and die several times, he was blocked by Li Chen each time.

  If it weren't for the intermittent humming in his mouth and the slight undulation of his chest, no one would believe that this was the Cloud Tiger who had dominated for decades and made people tremble with fear.

  "Who's next? Don't think about biting your tongue off, I have the best styptic powder here, it stops bleeding absolutely quickly."

  Li Chen's bloodthirsty gaze slowly swept over the two of them.

  This cloud tiger has a violent and cruel personality, his cultivation is also the highest among the three, he was chosen because he can withstand.

  The longer they torture him, the easier it is to wear down their patience, giving them more time to make a choice.

  "Ah!"

  Yun Zhong Lang was about to speak when he saw Li Chen suddenly flash before him, grab his hand and violently pull off one of his fingers.

  Bang!

  Blood-stained fingers were deliberately thrown by Li Chen to Yun Zhong Hu's side, a few drops of brotherly blood stains fell on his face, with a hint of warmth.

  But Yun Zhong Hu didn't feel any warmth at all, as if he was in an ice cellar, deeply feeling that the young man in front of him, who was only a weak crown, had a cold-blooded heart that was not commensurate with his age.

  Before long, Lang's palms and toes were pinched off, and he became a bloody man, lying there humming.

  "Admiration! Tianyun's Thirteen Bandits are indeed worthy of their reputation as the Iron-Blooded Thieves. It seems you don't plan on speaking either?"

  Li Chen's mouth twitched, and he walked slowly towards Yun Zhonghu, whose body was trembling violently. His heart remained cold-blooded.

  This cloud fox is the lowest, with the most transparent thoughts. This kind of person often fears death and loves life, so he was left till last.

  Tap tap!

  Not slow footsteps, as if all stepped on his heart, every time down, let him nervous and trembling.

  "I... I said!"

  As if exhausted from using up all his strength, Yun Zhong Hu's eyes turned dull and he suddenly collapsed.

  Wow!

  He had just agreed when Li Chen suddenly leaned forward and vomited violently.

  Although I had long made up my mind how to treat them, and had seen dead men, and even killed a few myself, yet the sight of these poor devils, whom my comrades were now leading away to be butchered, was too much for me.

  Being called cruel or cold-blooded, Li Chen, who has lost the dearest people in the world, will not regret even if he becomes a devil to avenge at this moment.