Yang Qing pointed at the great locust tree and smiled at the man.
His smile was clean and bright, a comforting sight to behold, but in the man's eyes, it was little different from a demon's smile.
Now, he regretted his actions bitterly.
Had he known these people had never noticed anything unusual about their village, why would he have gone out of his way to bar their entrance?
And now look—he had dragged all their attention straight to it.
Worse still, he had let them discover the secret hidden in the locust tree.
But since they had seen through it, the man could only grit his teeth and look at Yang Qing. "You don't look very old. Why insist on taking a dead-end road and coming here to seek your own death?"
The man shook his head at Yang Qing. "My offer still stands. Take another road and leave, and we can pretend none of this happened. But if you persist in your folly, don't blame me for showing you no mercy."
Yang Qing did not answer. Instead, Bu Er spoke from beside him. "And just how do you intend to show us no mercy?"
The man gave a sinister smile. "Why, naturally..."
Before his words had even faded, his left hand, which had been hanging at his side, suddenly struck toward Bu Er's chest.
If that blow landed squarely, Bu Er might well suffer a serious injury.
Although he wore the Black Tortoise Heavy Armor, which feared neither blades nor swords, neither water nor fire, it could only dissipate a little of an attack delivered through sheer force. It could not block such a blow completely.
The man had already thought it through. These people were probably wearing precious treasures. If he could get his hands on them,