Blade Cuts Down Bandits, Fists Destroy Black Cloud Stronghold!

News of Chen Guifan's death quickly reached the Su Estate.

After a while.

Father Su arrived at Chen Guifan's courtyard.

Looking at Chen Guifan, already covered with a white cloth, Father Su could not help but shed tears.

He and Chen Guifan had shared a friendship spanning many years.

Now that he saw him dead, sorrow naturally filled his heart.

"Give Elder Chen a proper burial!"

At that moment, he drew a deep breath and waved his hand.

"Yes!"

The servant beside him promptly answered respectfully.

But when two servants lifted Chen Guifan's body.

Father Su lowered his gaze and saw the jade pendant clenched in Chen Guifan's hand.

At that moment, his mind went blank.

He seemed to have remembered something.

Then he hurriedly said, "No! Do not give him a grand burial."

"Bury him in Lotus Village outside the city, beside a grave belonging to someone named Miao Hualin."

"Yes!"

Though the servants did not understand, they could only obey.

Watching the two servants carry Chen Guifan's body out of the courtyard.

Father Su silently thought to himself.

"Elder Chen, this is the last thing I can do for you."

After lingering for a moment, he was just about to leave.

Suddenly, he noticed a Three Flower Blade leaning beneath the flowering tree in the courtyard.

At that moment, three petals were falling on either side of the Three Flower Blade.

Seeing this scene, he seemed to recall something.

Once, he had teased Chen Guifan, asking why the name he chose was so gentle.

The name Three Flower Blade did not seem like something a burly man like him could have come up with.

At the time, Chen Guifan had merely smiled and said.

"The Three Flowers in Three Flower Blade comes from the three in three lives and three lifetimes, and the flower in my wife Miao Hualin's name."

"I chose this name not merely for remembrance."

"I hope that in the next life, I will be able to see her again."

His thoughts returned to the present.

Father Su stepped forward, picked up the Three Flower Blade, and examined it carefully.

The blade was broad and incomparably sharp.

At the hilt, the names of two people had been engraved.

They were pressed closely together.

"Elder Chen, I hope that in the next life, you and your wife will meet again."

With a sigh, Father Su took the Three Flower Blade and prepared to leave.

He intended to bury the Three Flower Blade in the grave as well.

Oh, and those three fallen petals too.

The great sun rose high, and the sky stretched clear for thousands of miles.

The caravan escorting goods left the city in orderly fashion.

The other families in the city naturally noticed.

They all watched in secret, observing the caravan.

This time, Su Yun served as the caravan's escort leader.

Naturally, they knew Su Yun.

They also knew that he had joined the Mystic Blade Sect.

But they did not think highly of Su Yun.

After all, how long had Su Yun been cultivating?

Not to mention the other dangers along the trade route, Black Cloud Stronghold alone could swallow this caravan whole.

Su Yun paid no heed to those furtive glances.

At that moment, his eyes remained vigilantly fixed on their surroundings.

After traveling for most of the day, the caravan arrived before a mountain range.

At that moment, Chen Ying rode over on horseback and offered a reminder.

"Third Young Master, the Black Absolute Mountain Range lies ahead."

"This mountain range is vast, and bandits run rampant within it."

"And Black Cloud Stronghold's lair is said to be located at the heart of the Black Absolute Mountain Range."

"In the past, when our caravan was led by our adoptive father, those bandits did not dare cause trouble. At most, they would collect a little toll."

"But ever since our adoptive father's health worsened by the day and he could no longer lead the caravan, those bandits have thrown all restraint to the winds and wildly plundered our goods."

Chen Ying looked wary. Clearly, he had suffered losses here before.

Su Yun said nothing and merely nodded.

As time passed, the caravan slowly entered the mountain path.

Sure enough, a moment later.

A group of bandits sprang out from the dense forests around them!

Though these bandits looked sallow and emaciated, every one of them was vicious, with ferocious blades in hand.

They glared at the caravan with ill intent.

In truth, most bandits were made up of refugees and beggar children.

They were not very strong.

But among them were experts too, strong and sturdy, with respectable cultivation and burly, fierce frames.

They were the elites and leaders among the bandits.

At that moment.

A burly man with his upper body bare strode forward, carrying a Blood Blade over his shoulder.

"If you want to pass through here, leave behind your toll money!"

After saying that, he stared feverishly at the crates of goods, practically drooling.

"Die!"

Su Yun glanced at him, too lazy to waste words, and directly slashed out with his blade.

He would not show mercy to bandits.

"Not good!"

The burly man's expression changed dramatically. He hurriedly gripped the Blood Blade and tried with all his might to block the strike.

Swish!

Yet a flash of blood-red blade light passed before their eyes.

Man and blade were cleaved in half together!

Dazzling blood splattered across the ground.

It was exceptionally conspicuous!

"Not good!"

"This one's tough! The wind is tight, run!"

The remaining bandit leaders saw their chief leader killed by a single slash. They trembled all over in fright and hurriedly called for their men to retreat.

Before leaving, they gave the Su Family caravan a deep look.

It was as though they wished to carve this caravan's banner, along with every person in it, into their minds.

"In the future, we absolutely cannot provoke this caravan!"

One leader's palms were drenched in sweat, terror flooding his heart.

"Chen Ying, keep watch over the caravan."

After glancing at the retreating bandits, Su Yun gave a reminder and swung down from his horse.

"Third Young Master, you are..."

Chen Ying beside him was still somewhat dazed.

That bandit chief leader had not been particularly strong, merely at the Body Refining Sixth Stage.

Yet Su Yun had killed him in an instant with a casual slash!

What kind of strength was that?

Su Yun did not answer.

He sprinted toward the heart of the Black Absolute Mountain Range.

"Su Yun of the Mystic Blade Sect will destroy Black Cloud Stronghold today!"

A moment later, his long howl shook the surrounding lands.

"Who dares come and destroy my Black Cloud Stronghold?"

"You are truly courting death!"

"Attack together and kill him!"

Some time later, groups of two and three bandits appeared around Su Yun.

At that moment, Su Yun did not use blade techniques. Instead, he fought his enemies with fists and kicks.

"Your Bone Forging Vajra Technique successfully killed an enemy. It is exhilarated and seems to have gained insight. Cultivation progress increased by three percent!"

Almost every time he killed an enemy, the cultivation progress of the Bone Forging Vajra Technique increased somewhat.

That was why he had not used blade techniques.

"Ah!!"

In only a short while, nothing but miserable screams remained around him.

Soon after, silence fell over the area.

At a certain moment.

Su Yun killed every bandit who had surrounded him.

His Bone Forging Vajra Technique also successfully broke through to the eighth level.

His strength and defense surged dramatically!

Before the gates of Black Cloud Stronghold.

At that moment, several strong and sturdy bandits had shut the stronghold gates tight, their hearts filled with anxiety.

Even though they could see Su Yun outside, they did not dare go out to face him.

After all, outside the stronghold.

Other than Su Yun, every other bandit was already dead!

"Not coming out?"

Su Yun's expression turned cold.

Then he walked over to a huge boulder.

This boulder weighed at least several thousand jin.

Yet he casually lifted it.

The next moment, he used all his strength to hurl the boulder at the stronghold gates.

Boom!!

The boulder smashed into the gates, completely shattering the wooden doors.

The surrounding bandits who could not dodge in time died instantly.

The gates of Black Cloud Stronghold were merely made of wood. How could they withstand the impact of a giant boulder?

Then, Black Blade in hand, he strode into the stronghold.

"You've got some nerve!"

The Three Great Leaders of Black Cloud Stronghold gathered after hearing the commotion.

They looked at Su Yun before them and said warily.

"Who exactly are you? Why have you come to destroy Black Cloud Stronghold?"

Su Yun swept his gaze over the Three Great Leaders, his expression cold.

"Why should I reason with dead men?"

"Courting death!"

Upon hearing this, the Three Great Leaders immediately flew into a towering rage.

Black Cloud Stronghold was, after all, the overlord of the Black Absolute Mountain Range, commanding bandits from every quarter.

Every caravan that came and went had to show them respect and willingly hand over great quantities of wealth.

How dared a brat at the Body Refining Fifth Stage act so arrogantly?

He wanted to overturn all of Black Cloud Stronghold by himself!

"Slash!"

Yet before they could strike out in hatred.

Streaks of blood-red blade light swept across their necks.

In an instant, blood blossomed and sprayed!

Three corpses crumpled helplessly to the ground.

The Three Great Leaders were dead!

"Damn brat, you dared to kill the Three Great Leaders under my command."

"I'll have you dead!"

At that moment, an enraged roar rang out from the depths of the stronghold.

BOOM!

The next instant, a burly, fierce figure descended from the sky, clutching a bloodstained Black Blade and kicking up clouds of dust.

He was the chief of Black Cloud Stronghold, the man who called himself Hei Sanjue!

"Black Sha Absolute Blade!"

Hei Sanjue stared fixedly at Su Yun, muttering through gritted teeth.

As soon as the words fell, streams of black whirlwinds curled around him.

Faintly, the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling came from within, making for an eerie scene.

"Hmm? A Devil Dao technique?"

Su Yun's heart stirred.

It seemed the chief of Black Cloud Stronghold was likely backed by a Devil Dao Sect.

"Die!!"

Hei Sanjue roared. His blood and qi surged, black energy coiling around him as he viciously cleaved down with his blade!

CRACK!

Yet Su Yun moved. With a single punch, he struck the Human Grade blade in Hei Sanjue's hand.

And shattered it with one blow!

Blade fragments flew everywhere!

"How is this possible!?"

"My Black Sha Blade actually..."

Hei Sanjue froze on the spot, trembling all over.

Then his pupils contracted.

A golden fist was hurtling straight toward his face.

He wanted to flee, but under the erosion of a terrifying baleful aura, his thoughts stalled for an instant.

As the radiant fist came down, blood sprayed in all directions.

The chief of Black Cloud Stronghold was dead!

"Bone Forging Vajra Technique, upon shattering a Human Grade High Tier blade for the first time, became emotionally stirred. Spiritual radiance surged, raising cultivation progress to 100% and breaking through to the ninth layer in one fell swoop!"

BOOM!

In an instant, Su Yun's blood and qi began to rumble within him, surging without end.

The meridians throughout his body resonated, while golden light gleamed across his skin.

The Bone Forging Vajra Technique was finally complete today!

After carefully sensing the changes for a while, Su Yun began to move.

He spent some time looting Black Cloud Stronghold clean of its valuables.

"Oh, right. I nearly forgot about that."

However, just as he was about to leave, Su Yun suddenly remembered something.

He raised the long blade in his hand and slashed at the roof of Black Cloud Stronghold!

BOOM!

In an instant, Black Cloud Stronghold collapsed into ruins, debris scattering across the ground.

After doing this.

Su Yun strode away, a smile on his face.

I said I'd tear off your roof—I never break my word!