The operation begins! Six killed in succession

The moment Chen Feng appeared in the secret chamber, he noticed something was wrong.

Someone had disturbed the things in his room.

He had committed the position of everything in his room to memory.

If anything had been moved, he could tell at a glance.

Chen Feng immediately took a pistol from his bag, then slowed his movements and began making his way toward the chamber door.

The lock on the chamber's main door was broken. Someone had clearly forced it open to get inside.

Before he had even left the chamber, Chen Feng heard the faint sound of conversation coming from the entrance to the abandoned mine in the distance.

"Xingfeng Sect is such a small sect. Did we really need this many brothers to come out? I don't know what the chief was thinking."

"Shh! Keep it down. If the chief hears you, you're finished."

"I heard the master of Xingfeng Sect is no simple man. The second chief died at his hands, so the chief called all of us over. We'd better be careful."

"If he really were a Xiantian expert, would he need to come to Black Wind Stronghold's territory to establish a sect?"

"I don't think that Chen Feng is a Xiantian expert at all. He might have run away ages ago. Why would he possibly come back?"

Hearing the conversation outside, Chen Feng's face darkened. He hadn't expected Black Wind Stronghold to act so quickly.

His plan to buy time hadn't bought him much at all.

And from the looks of things, Black Wind Stronghold had probably already taken over the entire Xingfeng Sect.

He hadn't expected He Sandao to act so decisively. That alone was enough to show how difficult the man would be to deal with.

Chen Feng began putting on his bulletproof vest in the room. Facing a Xiantian expert, he didn't dare be careless in the slightest.

On top of that, Black Wind Stronghold had brought a large number of bandits this time. If they surrounded him, he would be in danger.

After putting on the vest, Chen Feng slung the sniper rifle over his back, then slowly opened the stone door.

Through the gap, he saw six Black Wind Stronghold bandits guarding the exit to the abandoned mine in the distance.

He glanced at the pistol in his hand. The Taran pistol had an extended magazine with a capacity of twenty-one rounds.

Chen Feng worked out the order in which he would shoot.

Chen Feng was a fairly decent shot. When he went to buy guns, he would occasionally practice at a shooting range in Eagle Sauce.

After running through the operation in his head, Chen Feng pushed open the stone door and slowly felt his way toward the mine exit.

He had chosen not to shoot from a distance because he was afraid they would spot him.

If they shouted for help, he would be in trouble.

The secret chamber was less than a hundred meters from the mine entrance, and before long, Chen Feng had made his way to the exit.

The bandits never imagined there could be danger inside the mine. Their attention was entirely focused outside.

Their chief had already been inside the mine, so they assumed without thinking that there could be no one in it.

Chen Feng crouched low and, under cover of the darkness in the mine, quickly approached the bandits.

Now he was only about five meters away from them.

That was already very close, so he didn't go any farther.

Though these martial artists weren't at high realms, their eyes and ears were sharp. If he got too close, they were very likely to discover him.

Chen Feng raised his pistol, aimed at the nearest bandit, and pulled the trigger.

He was using automatic fire, with a very high rate of fire, and the suppressor muffled the shots.

Chen Feng pulled the trigger rapidly. In less than a few seconds, three bandits had been shot and fallen to the ground.

The remaining three bandits only reacted when their companions fell.

But they no longer had a chance.

Almost immediately after shooting the three closest men dead, Chen Feng swung his gun toward the others and pulled the trigger.

The gunfire rang out again. Two of them were struck in the chest and died instantly.

The other was hit in both legs and dropped straight to his knees.

Chen Feng immediately stepped forward, pressed the gun against the wounded bandit's forehead, and clamped a hand over his mouth.

"Don't speak. Don't move!"

The man Chen Feng had left alive had the weakest Qi and Blood of the group.

By his estimate, the bandit was only around the Postnatal Second Layer.

He had left a survivor because he wanted to ask some questions.

With Chen Feng's gun pressed against his head, the bandit was terrified. Though he didn't know what was against his head, he didn't dare make a move.

He had been chatting with his companions only moments ago, but in just over ten seconds, they had all fallen into pools of blood.

He hadn't even been able to see how the man who had suddenly appeared before him had killed them.

He recalled the earlier rumors that the master of Xingfeng Sect was a Xiantian expert, as well as his companions' inexplicable deaths.

He immediately concluded that this man must be Chen Feng, the master of Xingfeng Sect.

He just couldn't understand why Chen Feng had appeared behind them.

After subduing the bandit, Chen Feng surveyed his surroundings. There were no other bandits near the entrance to the abandoned mine.

But there was no guarantee someone wouldn't come to check, so he had to hurry.

"I ask, you answer. If you dare shout, I guarantee you won't live long enough to make a sound!"

Chen Feng's gaze was icy. More than a year of training in the Painting Scroll World had given him a trace of Sha Qi, even though he wasn't a martial artist.

The bandit immediately nodded like a chick pecking at grain.

Chen Feng released his hand and asked:

"How many people did Black Wind Stronghold bring? What's happening at Xingfeng Sect now?"

The bandit first gasped for breath, then hurriedly said:

"All the brothers from the stronghold came. The chief also called a friend who's a Xiantian expert to help. They're over at Xingfeng Sect's headquarters."

The bandit quickly spilled everything in full detail.

A bandit underling like him had hardly any loyalty to speak of.

Chen Feng frowned slightly. He Sandao alone was already difficult enough to deal with, and now another Xiantian expert had appeared.

At that moment, Chen Feng felt like giving up Xingfeng Sect's territory.

Self-preservation and caution had always been his habits.

But if he gave up this place, he would only be able to sneak back in the future.

When he came to this world through the painting scroll, he would always appear in the secret chamber of the abandoned mine.

On top of that, he had just begun cooperating with the state. If he couldn't produce any ore, he would have a hard time explaining himself.

After thinking it over for a moment, Chen Feng decided to give it a try.

If he couldn't kill He Sandao and the other Xiantian expert, he would return to the modern world and find another way.

The bandit underling pleaded with Chen Feng in a low voice:

"Sect Master Chen, spare me! I was forced to join Black Wind Stronghold. I have an eighty-year-old mother at home-"

Chen Feng pulled the trigger before the man could finish.

The bandit underling went still at once.

Chen Feng wouldn't believe a single word the bandit underling said.

There was no telling how many lives a Black Wind Stronghold bandit had on his hands. Hardly any of them were decent people.

As for the eighty-year-old mother at home, what did that have to do with him?

Chen Feng would show his enemies no mercy.

After refilling the pistol's magazine, Chen Feng left the mine.

At the entrance to Xingfeng Sect's headquarters.

Wang Hu was being held on his knees before He Sandao by several men. Black Wind Stronghold's men had captured him and brought him back.

Wang Hu had been chopping firewood for his mother when the bandits from Black Wind Stronghold arrived.

To avoid dragging his mother into it, Wang Hu hadn't put up much resistance.

Now Wang Hu was glaring angrily at a Xingfeng Sect martial artist beside him.

This was the man who had led Black Wind Stronghold's people to his home.

Only a handful of people knew his home address, and most of them were brothers who had been through life and death with him.

Now that he had been betrayed, his anger could well be imagined.

Under Wang Hu's furious gaze, the Xingfeng Sect martial artist lowered his head and didn't dare speak.

He Sandao sized Wang Hu up and said with a smile:

"You're Wang Hu? Reaching the Houtian Seventh Layer in your thirties means your talent is fairly decent."

Wang Hu said nothing. He knew why Black Wind Stronghold had come for him. Xingfeng Sect's current situation said it all.