Zhou Shan Shows His Edge

Zhou Shan Shows His Edge

Boom!

The Great Chieftain of Savage Bull Village's twin axes missed and slammed viciously into the ground with a tremendous crash.

His twin axes having missed, the Great Chieftain of Savage Bull Village raised them and swept them toward Zhou Shan. But just as the axes swept out, he suddenly felt a chill at his neck.

At once, the Great Chieftain of Savage Bull Village felt his strength rapidly draining away. He could no longer hold his twin axes, which fell to the ground with a bang. Breathing became difficult, and a harsh "heh, heh" rasp sounded from his throat.

He immediately reached up to clutch his neck, but crimson blood still streamed unstoppably through his fingers.

Bang!

The Great Chieftain of Savage Bull Village's vision went black, and he toppled straight to the ground.

His windpipe and throat bones had both been destroyed by Zhou Shan. No matter how profound his cultivation was, death was his only path.

"Dead!"

"The Great Chieftain has been killed!"

"How is that possible? The Great Chieftain was a second-class martial artist with over thirty years of cultivation. How could he have been killed so easily? Could this Black Armored Army martial artist be a peak second-class martial artist?"

"..."

At the sight, the nearby bandits all revealed expressions of terror.

Among the Thirteen Villages of Hengyun, Savage Bull Stronghold was not particularly powerful, but it still ranked among the middle tier. The three highest-ranked strongholds all had First-class Martial Artists stationed within them, and they were currently joining the Blood Fiend Sect branch in besieging Black Armored Army Commandant Li Wentao.

For the Blood Fiend Sect, this ambush on the convoy transporting military supplies had to be resolved swiftly. If it dragged on too long, the Black Armored Army at West Ridge Iron Mine would receive word and quickly rush over.

Thus, Yang Yunshan had joined forces with three First-class Martial Artists from the Thirteen Villages of Hengyun to besiege Li Wentao.

Apart from Zhou Shan, the other four Centurions were each being dealt with by second-class martial artists from the Thirteen Villages of Hengyun.

After killing the Great Chieftain of Savage Bull Village, Zhou Shan did not grow complacent.

After all, he possessed sixty years of cultivation. Even among First-class Martial Artists, he counted as strong. Ordinary First-class Martial Artists only had fifty years of cultivation. Killing the Great Chieftain of Savage Bull Village, who was merely a second-class martial artist, was as easy as turning over his hand.

Zhou Shan looked toward where Li Wentao was.

At that moment, Commandant Li Wentao was being besieged by four First-class Martial Artists.

Li Wentao's strength was indeed no small matter. Even when surrounded by four First-class Martial Artists, he still handled them with ease. His strength had likely reached the peak First-class level. Even if his cultivation had not reached seventy years, it was not far off.

For the moment, it was impossible to tell who would win or lose.

Zhou Shan planned to continue observing the situation. If things truly went south, he would slip away and run toward West Ridge Iron Mine. He did not believe these bandits would dare pursue him there.

"Centurion Wang, I'll help you!"

For the sake of his own safety, Zhou Shan would not take the initiative to join the battle between Li Wentao and the First-class Martial Artists. However, with his sixty years of cultivation, dealing with a few second-class martial artists would not be much of a problem.

Even if he were besieged by more than a dozen second-class martial artists, no one would be able to stop him if he wanted to flee.

Besides, the bandits did not have that many second-class martial artists.

At that moment, Zhou Shan saw Centurion Wang Ping being besieged by two martial artists who had reached the second-class realm. He seemed to have been injured and was in imminent peril, so Zhou Shan immediately charged toward him.

"Brother Zhou, be careful! One of them is no ordinary bandit, but a disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect. The Heart Shattering Palm he cultivates is incomparably sinister and vicious. Its palm force can pass through heavy armor and strike into the body, shaking and injuring the heart meridians. You must be extremely careful and keep your Internal Force circulating to protect your body at all times."

Wang Ping immediately warned him.

Pfft!

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ping was struck by a palm and spat out blood.

Yet Wang Ping also used the opportunity to swiftly retreat, opening distance from the Blood Fiend Sect disciple.

"A Blood Fiend Sect disciple!"

Hearing this, Zhou Shan became wary as well.

The Blood Fiend Sect was a force even more powerful than the Vajra Sect.

The Vajra Sect's sphere of influence only lay within Qingyang Commandery, while the Blood Fiend Sect occupied two commanderies. Its strength surpassed that of the Vajra Sect, though it was still somewhat inferior to the Guiyuan Sect.

Before the Guiyuan Sect occupied Qingyang Commandery, it already held territory across three commanderies.

Now that the Guiyuan Sect had occupied Qingyang Commandery, it possessed territory spanning four commanderies in total.

"Stop him. I'll kill this man first, then the two of us will join forces and slay the other Centurion."

The Blood Fiend Sect martial artist said in a deep voice.

"I understand."

The Great Chieftain of Golden Saber Stronghold nodded and immediately charged at Zhou Shan.

These bandit leaders of the Thirteen Villages of Hengyun had all swallowed the Blood Fiend Sect's poison. Their lives were in others' hands, and they could only obey the Blood Fiend Sect's arrangements. Even knowing that the Black Armored Army stood behind the Guiyuan Sect, they still had no choice but to follow orders.

Offending the Guiyuan Sect meant they would surely face reckoning in the future.

But if they disobeyed the Blood Fiend Sect's orders, they would die immediately.

Kill!

The Great Chieftain of Golden Saber Stronghold wielded a nine-ring saber and brought it crashing down at Zhou Shan's head.

This slash was both heavy and swift. Judging from the cultivation behind it, this Great Chieftain of Golden Saber Stronghold was far stronger than the Great Chieftain of Savage Bull Village.

Yet he had ultimately not reached the level of a First-class Martial Artist. He was only a second-class martial artist.

Zhou Shan fully circulated Eagle Claw Iron Shirt. Beneath his iron gauntlet, his palm gleamed with a dark luster. His five fingers formed a claw and directly clamped down on the Great Chieftain of Golden Saber Stronghold's saber.

Clang—

The sound of metal striking metal rang out.

"Let go!"

The Great Chieftain of Golden Saber Stronghold shouted and immediately exerted his strength, trying to wrench back his saber.

However, even after unleashing all forty years of his cultivation and using every ounce of strength in his body, the saber remained firmly clamped in Zhou Shan's hand, utterly immovable.

"What?!"

The Great Chieftain of Golden Saber Stronghold was shocked by the outcome.

"Break!"

At that moment, Zhou Shan exerted force.

His sixty years of cultivation erupted. The five fingers gripping the nine-ring saber unleashed their power, instantly snapping the saber apart. The Great Chieftain of Golden Saber Stronghold had exerted his strength in the wrong direction, immediately throwing his body off balance.

"Not good!"

The Great Chieftain of Golden Saber Stronghold's expression changed drastically.

Whoosh—

At that instant, Zhou Shan flung the broken blade in his hand like a concealed weapon.

With Zhou Shan's sixty years of cultivation, and with so little distance between them, the saber fragment flew like lightning and struck the Great Chieftain of Golden Saber Stronghold in an instant. Its tip buried itself viciously in his throat, piercing through his windpipe and throat bones.

Bang!

The Great Chieftain of Golden Saber Stronghold had already lost his balance. Now, with his throat pierced by the broken blade, he staggered and fell backward, crashing hard onto the ground.

At once, the Great Chieftain of Golden Saber Stronghold felt a suffocating sensation. The air he breathed could not enter his lungs. He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but no sound came out. Before long, he breathed his last.

Whoosh!

Just then, Zhou Shan felt a fierce gust of wind coming from behind him.

As he turned, he raised his hand and blasted out a palm strike. Sixty years of Eagle Claw Iron Shirt cultivation erupted in an instant.