Shutting the Door to Beat the Dogs, Butchering the Entire Courtyard; Human Traffickers' Souls Broken in Shuilian Village

Of these people, only half were truly Martial Masters, and among that half, barely two had reached the Third Level Realm. How could they possibly be Chen Duan's match?

He could only treat it as morning exercise, continuously using the moves of various true techniques.

Ever since the battle with the Tang Family, he had not fought a group battle in a long time.

Although these opponents were weak, there were enough of them to scratch his martial itch.

It was also a good opportunity to take out and play around with the lower-level techniques he rarely used in daily life.

Otherwise, if he kept practicing without ever using them, would that not be a waste?

Crack!

Splurt!

The screams of agony rang without end.

Digging out hearts, letting Brain Flower see the light of day, giving bones some air...

These bloody, terrifying scenes finally shattered the remaining people's mental defenses.

The bravest and fiercest had died at the very front.

Those left were all cowards. Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, they naturally fled.

"Ah! Monster!"

"He's a monster!"

"Help! I don't want to die yet!"

Panic spread, and more and more people broke down and fled in all directions.

However, it was doomed to be futile.

They had already shut the door to beat the dogs. How could they let the dogs escape?

From the moment they stepped into this courtyard, their ending had been decided.

Chen Duan's figure blurred again, and he instantly appeared behind the person who was just about to vault over the wall.

This was the very person who had first shouted, "Let's rush him together!"

His palm rose and fell, piercing straight through the man's heart.

Chen Duan immediately released his true qi, wrapping it around his entire body.

He no longer used any techniques. He turned into a wild bull and charged straight ahead.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wherever he passed, flesh flew and cries of agony filled the heavens.

A moment later.

The entire courtyard fell into dead silence.

Chen Duan, drenched in blood from head to toe, stood in the center of the courtyard.

The ground beneath his feet had been dyed red, and blood nearly covered the soles of his shoes.

The surrounding walls had already collapsed halfway under the "accidental injuries" from earlier.

Chen Duan let out a long breath, sinking his qi into his elixir field.

That felt good.

Although his opponents had been weak, it had at least somewhat made up for the regret of not having fought a bloody battle on this trip.

He could clearly feel that, stimulated by the bloodshed, the inner force of his Fuhu Fist was utterly delighted.

A slight tremor ran through the true qi around his body. A wave of energy spread out, shaking away all the filth, but the thick stench of blood clinging to him would be difficult to disperse for a while.

Not far away, the few Water Court disciples had long since been scared witless. They huddled tightly in a relatively intact corner, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

They had genuinely thought that Chen Duan was going to become a "Heavenly Official" before them.

Now it seemed that had merely been an excuse for a great slaughter.

This man treated human lives like straw.

Liu Pi, who had long since regained consciousness, stared wide-eyed at that figure, completely frozen.

He had actually survived the night in this thing's hands?

He instinctively lowered his head and glanced at his trousers, feeling a warm wetness spread.

He actually felt slightly relieved.

Fortunately, only the lower part had failed him. At his age, if his face had started crying too, that would have been truly humiliating...

Liu Pi clenched his teeth hard and could only console himself feebly in his heart.

He truly wanted to flee at once, to escape this hell on earth, find a mountain forest, live under an assumed name, and never concern himself with worldly affairs again.

However, all four of his limbs had been crippled. He could not summon even a trace of strength, and none of his methods worked.

He thought back to how he had struggled for most of his life and finally made a name for himself. He had planned to earn a little more money, find a disciple to pass his "craft" on to, and then find somewhere to enjoy his later years in peace.

But who could have imagined that at his age, he would suffer such a calamity and encounter such a baleful star?

Truly, life was as fickle as the tides~

Under Chen Duan's orders, several Water Court disciples nervously cleaned up the courtyard, but the stench of blood was difficult to dispel for the time being, hanging over the area.

Afterward, Chen Duan temporarily remained in the village and sent someone to take the intelligence back.

Around noon.

Several figures appeared at the entrance to the village. They were Qi Baorui and the others, who had hurried over.

"Hahaha, Steward Qi, I have fulfilled the mission!"

Chen Duan laughed heartily and went forward to greet him.

Looking at the calm and composed Chen Duan before him, Qi Baorui's eyes were filled with astonishment and complicated emotions.

He had anticipated it beforehand. Given Chen Duan's ability, resolving the trouble here should not take too long.

But he had not expected it to be this fast.

The task had only been handed over yesterday afternoon, and by noon today Chen Duan had already summoned him to wrap things up?

This efficiency was terrifying.

When their group had just entered openly through the village entrance, he had already sensed that something was wrong.

Although this was Qi Baorui's first time in Shuilian Village, he had already learned its details through the intelligence.

It looked somewhat dilapidated, but in reality quite a few people still lived here.

Yet the village seemed far too quiet. There were clear signs of life, but not a single person could be seen.

It truly looked like a ghost village.

Only after the Water Court disciple who had delivered the report described everything in a trembling voice did Qi Baorui understand the truth.

Chen Duan had directly dealt with every villager.

Then, from Chen Duan's casual account, Qi Baorui learned the general course of events.

He had simply found an old man to question, then rescued the children when he reached the place, and afterward taken advantage of the early morning to deal with all the "villagers."

It was truly simple and brutal.

Just then, a Water Court disciple with a huge belly came running over, swaying from side to side.

"Grandpa Chen, another batch of 'villagers' who work outside have returned to the village. Following your instructions, we've led them to that courtyard."

Chen Duan nodded, then turned and cupped his fists toward Qi Baorui.

"Steward Qi, please wait a moment. Chen will be back shortly."

"Go ahead."

Qi Baorui and the people behind him did not react for a moment, looking somewhat puzzled.

When Chen Duan returned after a short while, the several people saw the bloodstains on his fists and slowly understood.

"They were just small fry. I dealt with them along the way, so Steward Qi won't have to worry about them later."

Chen Duan casually shook his hand, a relaxed smile on his face.

But that smile looked rather horrifying in the eyes of those around him.

Qi Baorui was filled with even more emotion.

With absolute strength on one's side, one could act this overbearingly, without needing any twists and turns.

Of course, the main thing was Chen Duan's courage. If another expert had come, they would inevitably have made some plans first and tested the waters.

Afterward, under Chen Duan's guidance, Qi Baorui met those children.

"Uncle Qi!"

"Hey! Little Bell!"

Qi Baorui bent down and scooped up the little girl, nervously checking her from head to toe.

"Are you hurt anywhere? Were you frightened?"

"Nope! Little Bell is just fine!" The girl hugged his neck and answered with a giggle.

She had been lucky. Just after being abducted, she encountered the Yellow Weasel stealing children, and was then taken away. She had not suffered much.

Behind Qi Baorui, Yang Shude stood somewhat awkwardly, forcing a smile onto his face that was both remorseful and helpless.

Little Bell rolled her eyes around, leaned close to Qi Baorui's ear, and whispered several things to him.

After listening, Qi Baorui looked at Yang Shude. His gaze was complicated, eventually turning into a sigh.

"Yang Erlang, Little Bell says you have to buy pastries from Fragrant Workshop to make it up to her."