The Mountain Splitting Hammer

"Hmph. I didn't think you'd dare."

Brother Biao stopped paying him any mind and barked at his men in a low voice, "Where's the carriage we prepared?"

"Brother Biao, it's ready. It's at the mouth of the alley," one of his men answered immediately.

"Good! Let's go! We have to get back to the stronghold before dawn!"

Brother Biao waved his hand, and the group escorted the bandit carrying the heavy hammer as they hurried toward the mouth of the alley.

Li Laoshi scrambled back to the courtyard. With a bang, he slammed the gate shut, as if trying to shut out all the terror beyond it.

Watching them leave, Xuanyuan's lips curled into a cold smile.

The game had officially begun.

He didn't pursue them right away.

He took the jade box containing the three Chaos Breath Talismans from his storage pouch.

Looking at the three defective talismans in his hand, which could fail at any moment, he showed no concern. Instead, a mischievous smile spread across his face.

"Let's see how lucky you are today."

He crushed one of the talismans.

"Buzz—"

An invisible, chaotic fluctuation instantly spread out from him!

It worked!

Xuanyuan could clearly feel the spiritual energy around him turn, in an instant, like boiling water—violent, chaotic, and utterly erratic. Any Spiritual Sense probing the area would be confused by this sea of turbulent spiritual energy, unable to make out anything within it.

What's more, the talisman worked surprisingly well. Its range was far greater than the ten zhang the old man had claimed, covering nearly half the street.

"Looks like my luck's good today."

Xuanyuan smiled. His figure moved like a black panther as he soundlessly leapt from a third-floor window and raced after Brother Biao's group.

The bandits of Black Wind Mountain