Closing the Door to Beat the Dog and Slaughtering the Courtyard, Human Teeth and Souls Break in Shuilian Village

Among these people, true Martial Artists only made up half, and of that half, barely two had reached the Third Level realm. How could they possibly be Chen Duan's opponents?

He could only treat them as morning practice, continuously executing moves from various True Skills.

Since the battle with the Tang Family last time, he hadn't engaged in a group fight for a long time.

Although these opponents were weak, they had the advantage of numbers, which was perfect for satisfying his urge to fight.

He could also take this opportunity to bring out and practice those lower-level techniques he rarely used.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste to always practice without using them?

Crack!

Squelch!

Screams of agony echoed endlessly.

"Digging out their hearts, exposing their brains, letting their bones breathe..."

These bloody and terrifying scenes finally broke the psychological defenses of the remaining people.

The bravest and most ruthless died first.

The rest were all cowards. Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, they naturally wanted to flee.

"Ah! A monster!"

"He's a monster!"

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

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

However, this was destined to be futile.

It was like closing the door to beat a dog; how could they let the dog escape?

From the moment they stepped into this courtyard, their fate was sealed.

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

This person was the one who had first shouted "Let's go together!"

His hand rose and fell, a palm piercing the heart.

Immediately, Chen Duan released his True Qi, enveloping his body.

He no longer used any moves, transforming into a wild bull, charging forward.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wherever he passed, flesh and blood splattered, and screams filled the air.

A moment later.

The entire courtyard fell into dead silence.

Chen Duan, covered in blood, stood firm in the center of the courtyard.

The ground beneath his feet was stained red, and the blood nearly submerged the soles of his shoes.

The surrounding walls had already collapsed for the most part from the earlier "friendly fire."

Chen Duan let out a long breath, his Qi sinking into his dantian.

So satisfying.

Although the opponents were not of high level, it had at least made up for the regret of not having a fight on this trip.

He could clearly feel that under the stimulation of the bloodshed, the Fuhu Fist internal energy within him was very pleased.

Then, his True Qi vibrated slightly, and a wave of energy spread out, shaking off all the filth. However, the strong smell of blood on his body would be difficult to dispel in a short time.

Not far away, the few Water Institute disciples had already been scared out of their wits. They were huddled tightly in a relatively intact corner of the wall, not daring to even breathe heavily.

They had actually thought Chen Duan was going to be a "Heavenly Official" in person.

Now it seemed that was just an excuse to go on a killing spree.

This person treated human lives like weeds.

Liu Pi, who had long since woken up, stared at that figure with wide eyes, completely stunned.

He had actually survived this thing last night?

He subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his pants, feeling a warmth spread.

He actually felt a slight sense of relief.

Thank goodness it was just my lower half acting up. At my age, if my face had started crying too, that would have been truly embarrassing...

Liu Pi gritted his teeth tightly, trying to comfort himself weakly in his heart.

He truly wanted to escape immediately, to flee this hell on earth, find a mountain forest, live in anonymity, and never concern himself with worldly affairs again.

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His limbs had been crippled, leaving him unable to muster even a sliver of strength. No method would work.

He recalled toiling for most of his life, finally making a name for himself. He had planned to earn a bit more money, then find a disciple to pass on his "craft" before retiring somewhere to live out his final years.

But who could have imagined that at his age, he would suffer such a calamity, encountering such a malevolent star?

Truly, life is unpredictable~

Under Chen Duan's command, several disciples from the Water Hall nervously cleaned up the courtyard. However, the smell of blood lingered, casting a pall over the area.

Afterward, Chen Duan temporarily stayed in the village, sending people back with the intelligence.

Around noon.

Several figures appeared at the village entrance, namely Qi Baorui and his companions who had rushed over.

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

Chen Duan laughed heartily and strode forward to meet them.

Qi Baorui looked at Chen Duan, who appeared calm and composed before him, his eyes filled with surprise and complexity.

He had anticipated that with Chen Duan's capabilities, resolving the local trouble wouldn't take long.

But he hadn't expected it to be so fast.

He had handed over the mission yesterday afternoon, and now he was here to wrap things up at noon today?

This efficiency was terrifying.

He had already noticed something was amiss when their group had openly entered the village from the entrance just now.

Although this was his first time in Shuilian Village, he had already understood its background through intelligence reports.

It appeared somewhat dilapidated, but in reality, quite a few people still lived there.

Yet, the village seemed excessively quiet. Despite clear signs of habitation, not a single person could be seen.

It truly resembled a ghost village.

It wasn't until the trembling description from the Water Institute disciple who had reported the situation that Qi Baorui understood the truth.

It turned out Chen Duan had dealt with all the villagers directly.

Following Chen Duan's understated narrative, Qi Baorui grasped the general course of events.

He had simply found an old man to question, then proceeded to rescue the children at the location, and finally, under the cover of early morning, dealt with all the "villagers."

It was truly simple and brutal.

Just then, a disciple from the Water Hall with a bulging belly came running, swaying.

"Elder Chen, another batch of 'villagers' working outside has returned to the village. As per your instructions, they've all been led to that courtyard."

Chen Duan nodded and turned to Qi Baorui, cupping his fists.

"Steward Qi, please wait a moment. I'll be right back."

"Alright, please do."

Qi Baorui and the others behind him were momentarily stunned and somewhat confused.

When Chen Duan returned a short while later, they noticed the bloodstains on his fists and slowly began to understand.

"Just some minor figures. I dealt with them conveniently, saving Steward Qi further trouble later."

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

However, this smile struck a chilling note in the eyes of those around him.

Qi Baorui felt mostly a sense of awe.

With absolute strength at his disposal, one could act so domineeringly, without any need for roundabout methods.

Of course, the main factor was Chen Duan's courage. If other experts had come, they would have undoubtedly needed to scheme and test the waters first.

Afterward, Qi Baorui, led by Chen Duan, met the children.

"Uncle Qi!"

"Ah! Little Bell!"

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

"Are you hurt anywhere? Were you scared?"

"Nope! Little Bell is doing great!" the little girl replied with a chuckle, hugging his neck.

She was considered lucky. She had only just been abducted when the Yellow Weasel stole children. She was then taken away and didn't suffer much.

Behind Qi Baorui, Yang Shude stood somewhat awkwardly, forcing a smile that was both guilty and unsure.

Little Bell's eyes darted around, and she leaned close to Qi Baorui's ear, whispering something.

After listening, Qi Baorui looked at Yang Shude, his gaze complex, eventually turning into a sigh.

"Yang Erlang, Little Bell says she wants you to buy her pastries from the Fragrant Workshop as compensation."