As night deepened, moonlight washed over Jade Mountain City, draping it in a thin veil of silver.
Meng Qingshan gazed at the subdued bandits from Black Wind Stronghold and thought, These are all cultivation points. I don't want to waste them.
Just as the bandits began to feel uneasy under his gaze, Meng Qingshan swiftly drew the Brocade Cloud Saber from his waist. His movements were so quick that everyone was caught off guard.
The blade in his hand gleamed with a watery, icy light beneath the moon, and he plunged into the bandits from Black Wind Stronghold like a master butcher.
His movements were fluid and forceful. Each sweep of his blade was followed by a bandit falling, as if the scythe of death were mercilessly reaping lives.
Seeing this, the bandits from Black Wind Stronghold cried out in terror, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
Some tried to fight back, but against Meng Qingshan's onslaught, as fierce as a storm, their resistance was utterly futile. It crumbled in an instant like paper.
Even when they'd had weapons, they hadn't been Meng Qingshan's match. Now they were unarmed—how could they possibly stand against him?
Every one of Meng Qingshan's strikes was swift, accurate, and ruthless. The bandits fell one after another, their lives as insignificant as weeds beneath his blade.
Amid a series of kill notifications, Meng Qingshan gained another considerable amount of cultivation.
At that moment, the people from the other Three Escort Agencies looked at Meng Qingshan with relief instead of fear.
If they hadn't agreed to his demand earlier, they would likely have ended up no better than these bandits.
When the last bandit fell, Meng Qingshan picked up the unconscious Zhao Zhicheng from the ground. First, he crippled his martial arts with a palm