Leveling Blackwind Stronghold

At the mouth of the cave,

only seven Martial Arts School apprentices remained.

Five held blades, while the other two hid behind them. They surrounded the continuously wailing bandits, yet none dared to strike.

Su Xinghe frowned.

These people had clearly never seen blood before.

If they did not even dare lay a hand on ordinary bandits, how would they face true Martial Artist enemies in the future?

"Cut them down. No survivors."

There was a chill in his voice.

It was not that he wanted to put on airs before these apprentices. Rather, what had happened during the day had shown him the true face of this barbaric world.

Back when he was in the city, the Third Division of the Martial Dao Bureau kept watch, and the gangs had clearly divided territories.

Su Xinghe had always believed that rules were paramount.

As long as he remained careful and cautious, those enemies lurking in the shadows would not be able to seize any weakness or leverage against him.

But first, Wu Yingcai alone had been exposed and the entire school suffered for it. Then the Lu Family had bypassed the Public Security Office and directly seized people. In the end, they had even sent people straight into a bandit den in broad daylight.

It seemed that his so-called adherence to the rules had merely been self-deceiving consolation for weak people at the bottom like them.

In this world, fists still had the final say.

Little Beggar pressed his lips tightly together and stood shoulder to shoulder with the bloodless-faced Yu Miaomiao.

At Su Xinghe's furious shout, he raised his hand and chopped down without another word. Though his sword still trembled, it still made the bandit shriek miserably without end.

Yu Miaomiao was half a beat slower. She closed