The moment Chen Zixiu heard the singing, even he could not help being startled. In more than a century of life, he had never witnessed anything like this. He immediately activated his Brilliant Star Sword Eyes and looked toward the source of the singing in the village.
He wondered, What a remarkable group of youngsters! Could that singing girl be Cheng Lin's orphaned daughter?!
He carefully studied the boy directing Qu Yun's singing. The boy bore some resemblance to Xun'er, and some to that lass Xiuxin. He guessed, Could this be Xun'er's second boy, my great-grandson?
He then looked at another boy nearby and found that he looked almost exactly like Xun'er. He concluded, The one beside him must be Jianjun.
Just then, he heard the voice of the second boy, Xiaojun, and exclaimed excitedly, "Good! Good! Good!"
Soon, his expression grew solemn again. Although the Rakshasa Divine Power was becoming difficult to suppress once more, he knew he still had to hold his ground a little longer.
Fierce attacks came sweeping in from every direction. The Wolf Bandits had begun their encirclement.
Their figures darted beneath the moonlight, their footfalls beating out a rhythm like ten thousand galloping horses, sharp and graceful, yet fraught with danger and tension.
Seven Kill Sword in hand, Chen Zixiu wove through the Wolf Bandits like the wind. In his grasp, the Seven Kill Sword became streaks of azure light, like lightning tearing through the dark night sky.
With each sweep of Chen Zixiu's sword, several Wolf Bandits fell, but still more surged at him from every direction.
Though the Wolf Bandits attacked ferociously, Chen Zixiu showed no fear. His gaze remained resolute and decisive.
He knew his mission was not yet complete. He still had to protect this family and village. Beneath the