Tiger Enters a Flock of Sheep! Fist Shakes All Directions!

"Haoran!"

"Junior Brother Su, be careful!"

Elder Hui Jue and Wujing, along with others, turned pale with shock, their hearts leaping into their throats!

In their eyes, Su Haoran's actions were no different from suicide! Faced with such a dense volley of arrows, even a Martial Monk at Second Skin Tempering would be instantly pierced!

However, what happened next made everyone present, including the ferocious bandits of Crimson Hair Stronghold, widen their eyes as if they were witnessing a deity descending to earth!

Su Haoran neither dodged nor blocked. Facing the deadly rain of arrows, he simply took a deep breath, his chest puffing out slightly.

Hum!

A luster as deep as black iron instantly covered his entire body!

Clang! Clang! Clang! Dong! Dong!

A series of dense sounds, like rain hitting plantain leaves, rang out!

The poisoned arrows, capable of piercing iron armor, struck Su Haoran's body as if hitting the hardest refined steel!

The arrows were repelled and broken by an immense recoil force, sparks flying from their tips. Yet, they couldn't even leave a white mark on his skin!

A forest of spears and a rain of arrows, and he was completely unharmed!

"This... how is this possible?!" The Scarface leader's eyeballs nearly popped out, his sinister grin frozen on his face.

The henchmen were terrified out of their wits, their hands trembling as they held their bows and crossbows.

Elder Hui Jue and the others were completely petrified.

"Body-hardening technique... Perfection?!" Elder Hui Jue managed to utter a few words with great difficulty, his voice filled with disbelief.

He himself was at the peak of Third Skin Tempering and could naturally discern Su Haoran's current state!

It was the state of Perfection, where the body-hardening technique had been cultivated to its extreme, Blood Essence flowing freely throughout the body with no weak points!

But... how was this possible?! Just a few days ago, this brat was merely a junior who had just become a Martial Monk!

In the moment of everyone's shock, Su Haoran had already charged into the enemy ranks like a tiger entering a flock of sheep!

"Die!"

He uttered only one word, and threw a punch!

This punch had no fancy moves, only the purest, most ferocious power!

The air instantly exploded, emitting a dull sonic boom!

The Scarface leader, filled with horror, hastily raised his saber to block.

Crack!

His steel saber, under Su Haoran's fist, was as fragile as rotten wood, snapping in two! The momentum of the punch continued, striking heavily on his chest!

Puff!

The Scarface leader's chest caved in with a visible arc. He was sent flying back like a kite with a broken string. While still in the air, he was spewing blood, his life extinguished!

One punch!

With just one punch, he had killed a battle-hardened bandit leader!

"Kill him! Kill him for me!"

The remaining henchmen snapped out of their shock, roaring and brandishing their swords and sabers, hacking wildly at Su Haoran.

Su Haoran's eyes were cold, his body as unmoving as a mountain, letting the swords and sabers strike him.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The swords and sabers hitting his body produced the sound of metal clashing against metal! Sparks flew! The henchmen felt their wrists go numb, their weapons almost flying out of their hands, while Su Haoran remained completely unharmed!

"Now, it's my turn."

Su Haoran let out a cold snort, his fists striking out simultaneously as he weaved through the crowd.

Bang! A henchman's head exploded like a watermelon!

Bang! Another henchman's body was split in half at the waist!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With every punch he threw, a ferocious bandit died! His fists were more terrifying than any divine weapon, and his body was more unyielding than the sturdiest city wall!

This was no longer a fight, but a one-sided slaughter!

In less than ten breaths, the more than a dozen fierce pursuers had all turned into cold corpses, lying scattered on the ground.

The entire mountain hollow was deathly silent.

A thick smell of blood permeated the air. Su Haoran stood amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, his monk's robe stained with blood, resembling a Wrathful Vajra descended to earth!

"Gulp."

Wujing swallowed hard, looking at the back of the figure before him, which resembled a demon god, his heart churning like a stormy sea.

Was this the junior brother from the Labor Courtyard he had sparred with just a few days ago?

Could this be his true strength?

Elder Hui Jue looked at Su Haoran with a complex expression, a mixture of shock, relief, and doubt swirling within him.

Su Haoran slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and walked up to Elder Hui Jue. "Elder," he said, "this place is not safe for long. We must move quickly."

Elder Hui Jue snapped back to attention, forcing a bitter smile. "You're right. It's just... we're all injured and can't move easily. I'm afraid..."

Su Haoran's gaze swept over the assembled group, a look of determination flashing in his eyes.

They couldn't possibly outrun their pursuers with so many injured. Crimson Hair Stronghold had suffered a great loss and would not let this go. The next wave of pursuers would likely be led by the three bosses themselves.

Rather than passively endure, why not take the initiative?

To cut the grass, one must remove the roots!

"Elder, find a more hidden place to hide," Su Haoran said, his voice quiet but filled with confidence. "I will sever the source of the pursuers!"

"What?!" Elder Hui Jue exclaimed in alarm. "You mean... you're going to Crimson Hair Stronghold?!"

"Nonsense! Absolutely not!" Wujing also panicked. "Junior Brother Su, although your strength has greatly increased, Crimson Hair Stronghold is a dragon's den! The First Boss, Xiong Ba, is a master of the Bone Forging realm. Going there is suicide!"

"I know what I'm doing," Su Haoran's tone was unyielding. "Only I can solve this problem completely."

With that, he didn't wait for further persuasion. His figure flickered, transforming into a wisp of green smoke once more, and he streaked deeper into the Qingyun Mountain Range, leaving only his words echoing behind.

"Wait for my news!"

Meanwhile, at Crimson Hair Stronghold, in the Hall of United Righteousness.

The First Boss, Xiong Ba, the Second Boss, Liao Fan, and the Third Boss, Ghost Shadow Leopard Cat, were feasting heartily, eating meat and drinking wine from large bowls, the atmosphere lively.

"Hahaha! That was exhilarating! That bald old donkey Hui Jue took a hit of my 'Tablet Splitting Hand'. Even if he doesn't die, he'll lose half his life! The pillar of Prajna Temple has been broken by us!"

Xiong Ba downed a large bowl of strong liquor, his face flushed with pride.

"Big Brother's divine skills are peerless!" Ghost Shadow Leopard Cat quickly flattered, though a venomous glint flashed in his eyes. "It's a shame we didn't kill that old bald donkey on the spot! And it's an even greater shame we didn't run into that brat named Su Haoran!"

"Third Brother, there's no need to be anxious," the Second Boss, Liao Fan, chuckled sinisterly. "A bunch of injured soldiers like them can't run far. I've already sent people after them. It won't be long before Hui Jue's head is delivered to us. As for that Su Haoran... once we've flattened Prajna Temple, are you afraid we won't find him? Then, you can do with him as you please!"

"Good!" Ghost Shadow Leopard Cat grinned menacingly and raised his wine bowl. "When I catch that kid, I'll carve him into a thousand pieces!"

As the three of them were talking and laughing, they were unaware that the prey they spoke of had already quietly arrived outside their lair.

Crimson Hair Stronghold was built against the mountain. The mountain path was treacherous, with only one main road leading up. The route was lined with visible and hidden sentries, as well as defensive fortifications like rolling stones and logs, making it a strategically advantageous position.

Su Haoran hid in the shadows, observing for a moment before abandoning the idea of infiltrating from the front.

He activated his Perfection-level "Soaring Dragon Startling Swan Art," his figure moving like a phantom as he scouted the outer perimeter of the stronghold.

Soon, he discovered a nearly vertical cliff face behind the stronghold.

This cliff was hundreds of feet high, smooth as a mirror, and impossible for even monkeys to climb. To the people of Crimson Hair Stronghold, it was a natural barrier that no one could possibly ascend. Therefore, the defenses here were practically nonexistent.

But in Su Haoran's eyes, this so-called natural danger was like a clear path!

He took a deep breath, channeling Blood Essence into his fingers and palms, making them as hard as fine steel.

He leaped, his hands gripping the hard rock face like iron claws. Then, using both hands and feet, he climbed upwards like a nimble gecko, silently ascending the cliff.