Just then, a military vehicle came speeding from the distance.
It slammed on the brakes, its tires screeching against the ground.
Twenty or thirty soldiers quickly jumped out. Some raised their guns to keep watch, while others hurried to check on the soldiers lying in pools of blood. Many of them aimed their weapons at Chen Shouyi, who stood with his sword in hand.
Fortunately, the misunderstanding was cleared up quickly.
The officer in charge looked grief-stricken at the sight of so many bodies, but still pulled himself together and shook Chen Shouyi's hand firmly. "Thank you very much for your help."
"When something like this happens, I don't think anyone would just stand by. But I came to Dongning City with my family this time, so I hope you can keep my identity confidential," Chen Shouyi said. The cult hadn't been completely wiped out yet, and if his identity was exposed, they might come after him.
Chen Shouyi returned to the bus.
The bus was utterly silent. Everyone looked at Chen Shouyi with awe, their eyes darting away whenever they met his.
Martial artists were distant and unfamiliar to ordinary people, like figures from another world.
No one could feel at ease around someone powerful enough to take a life with ease. What's more, not long ago, they had witnessed a bloody slaughter with their own eyes.
Chen Shouyi sat back down. Mother Chen turned around and glared fiercely at her.
She wasn't affected in the slightest. No matter how amazing her son was, he was still her son. Was he going to turn the world upside down?
Fortunately, perhaps affected by the quiet atmosphere inside the bus, she didn't say anything in the end.
But their good fortune didn't last. Half an hour later, the bus finally pulled