Thinking of this, they no longer hesitated and immediately took out all the valuables they had on them.
"Can we go now?"
"Sure."
The two men had barely turned around when they were hacked to death.
Unfortunately, Jiang Fan walked in at that moment and witnessed this bloody scene.
The next second, a stunningly beautiful girl with long, flowing black hair, wearing a turtle on her head, walked in and saw the same scene.
"Boss, two more have arrived."
"It's that pretty girl."
One of the bearded men stared at the girl with gleaming eyes, practically drooling.
"Boss, she's so beautiful! Maybe we brothers could...-"
Before he could finish speaking, his boss slapped him hard on the back of the head.
"Don't you even know what time it is? You're still thinking about that kind of thing!"
The real issue wasn't the time or place being inappropriate, but rather the Little Turtle on the girl's head. Although the Zhou Family head personally inspected it and found no problem, it was at most Three Star.
But that's a mutated Three Star!
Even ordinary Three Star monsters would give them a lot of trouble, let alone mutated Three Star.
Generally speaking, every mutated monster must have its own unique characteristics.
What if this Little Turtle is deadly aggressive?
They came here to rob and make money, not to die.
"The woman can leave, the man stays."
Upon hearing this, the girl turned to the side and gave Jiang Fan a bright and innocent smile.
"Excuse me, I have to go now."
The Little Turtle looked smug; it had originally intended to teach Jiang Fan a lesson itself, but now it seemed it wouldn't need to.
Seven or eight people used the same trick again, surrounding Jiang Fan completely.
"Kid, we're all from a gang of thieves. If you don't want to die, I suggest you hand over all your valuables."
Jiang Fan glanced at the two still-warm corpses on the ground and said calmly, "You guys are really idiots. I just saw you kill these two people with my own eyes. If I honestly handed over the stuff, I'm afraid you would have done the same, wouldn't you?"
"You brat! You really have no fear of death, daring to call us idiots even in this situation!"
"Stop talking nonsense and just do it."
Jiang Fan drew the alloy broadsword from his back, his blood and qi coursing through the blade, and pointed it directly at his opponent.
The robbers looked stunned, unable to believe their eyes.
" Middle-Stage Second Rank? I must be seeing things! A Middle-Stage Second Rank cultivator dares to come to the Zhou Family Cultivation Secret Realm? He's utterly ignorant of his own limitations!"
This statement caught the girl's attention.
The girl, who had already walked a short distance, stopped and turned back to look at Jiang Fan.
Sensing the surge of energy emanating from Jiang Fan, a hint of surprise appeared in her beautiful eyes.
It really is the Middle-Stage Second Rank!
Anyone coming here today must be at least at the Early-Stage Third Rank. This young man, only at the Middle-Stage Second Rank, dares to come to a place like this. Should we call him young and reckless, or does he have a death wish?
"Tsk tsk tsk, are all young people these days so eager to be reincarnated?"
The Little Turtle was looking at Jiang Fan as if he were a corpse.
Faced with the sarcasm and ridicule of the group, Jiang Fan's lips curled into a smile.
"A bunch of pests and rats, Middle-Stage Second Rank cultivator is more than enough to kill you!"
"Hmph! How arrogant! Brothers, don't go too far and kill him outright. I want to leave him half-dead so I can torture him properly."
"Okay."
Seven or eight people surrounded Jiang Fan, brandishing weapons and rushing towards him.
They originally thought they would easily defeat this Middle-Stage Second Rank kid, but after dozens of rounds, they ended up lying sprawled on the ground.
"This kid is no ordinary person!"
Even the Little Turtle, who was used to seeing all kinds of storms, was taken aback by Jiang Fan's methods.
As the patriarch of the Pill Pavilion, the girl also showed surprise.
Having lived to this age, they've seen all sorts of outrageous things, including geniuses who fight beyond their level.
It's something I've never seen before: a Middle-Stage Second-Rank Martial Artist fighting seven or eight High-Stage Third Rank so easily.
"Ouch, ouch, my leg..."
My back is killing me...
The bandits lying on the ground were groaning in agony; they were all more or less bruised and bleeding profusely, a truly gruesome sight.
"Spare me! Spare me!"
Jiang Fan stepped forward, pointing his knife at the group.
"If you want to live, hand over all your valuables, otherwise—don't blame me for sending you on your way."
These words stunned the group.
Is this... a counter-robbery?
"What are you waiting for? Pay up now! Or I'll cut you all in one go!"
Jiang Fan feigned a fierce tone and said that the Church of Justice members had already gone inside, and he couldn't afford to waste any more time here.
"Yes, yes, we'll hand everything over right away."
The group reluctantly pulled out all the valuables.
Looking at the small mountain of loot piled up in front of him, Jiang Fan thought to himself that these people must have been robbing and killing quite a bit, and had probably done so much arson, to have managed to steal so much stuff.
Putting aside everything else, there are five or six hundred Qi and Blood Raw Stone alone.
"This is all our belongings, can you... can you let us go now?"
Jiang Fan used his Psychic Power to secretly scan the group of people and let out a cold snort.
"Don't think I don't know you still have something on you. I gave you a chance, but since you didn't cherish it, I'll personally send you on your way."
After saying that, Jiang Fan raised his broadsword, ready to strike.
"No, no, no! We were wrong, please spare us!"
As they begged for mercy, the men continued to rummage through their belongings, wondering how he knew they were still hiding things on them.
Does he have X-ray vision?
"That's really all! We swear!"
"You can go now." Jiang Fan waved his hand and then packed up his things.
Of course, it wasn't directly stored in the spatial ring.
Space rings are not something that ordinary people can possess.
It's estimated that in such a large organization as Yuanwu, besides the principal, no one else might actually have that kind of influence.
The girl with the turtle perched on her head hadn't gone far and was watching everything, so the spatial ring couldn't be exposed yet.
At this point, the bandits hesitated.
"Are you really willing to let us leave? You won't kill us after we leave, will you?"
Jiang Fan rolled his eyes speechlessly. "Do you think I'm like you guys? You're all ruthless bandits, while I'm a gentleman who always keeps my word. If I say I'll let you go, I'll let you go."
"Real?"
Jiang Fan sheathed his sword, his tone sincere.
"Although you are all robbers who have committed countless heinous crimes, you are also someone's children, and perhaps even someone's husband or father. If I were to kill you, how heartbroken would your families be? I am also a child of parents. Putting myself in your shoes, how could I bear to kill you? Therefore, I intend to give you a chance to start anew."