Chapter 7112
Repelling and Gratitude
Chapter 7112 Repelling and Gratitude
The sun grew increasingly intense, the leaves of the golden sand trees rustled, and waves of heat, carrying dust, filled the mountain path, yet the atmosphere inside was as cold as winter.
Scarface's face was gloomy as he stared intently at Tang Zhen. When he saw Tang Zhen effortlessly defeat his men, his expression immediately betrayed him.
However, beneath the fierce expression on his face lay a hint of fear that was difficult to conceal.
Having been involved in the underworld for decades, he could tell at a glance that the man in the blue robe was no ordinary cultivator. His effortless skill indicated that he was at least a Foundation Establishment cultivator or higher.
His strength seemed to be about the same as his, but his aura was deep and unfathomable, making people dare not take him lightly.
The sudden appearance of the cultivator disrupted the original plan, making the scarred bandit leader both angry and annoyed.
In this world, cultivators are not mysterious, and ordinary people also have the opportunity to come into contact with them. The target of this raid is to go to a famous place of cultivation.
However, cultivators vary in strength, and there is no need to be too afraid of low-level cultivators.
With his abilities, even if he couldn't kill them, he could at least intimidate them and prevent them from making any rash moves.
Some even abandoned their missions to save their own lives.
Compared to ordinary mortals, cultivators value their own lives more and would never risk their lives to fight for a mission or a promise.
However, when you encounter a master, the situation is completely different.
Fighting him carries great risk; one could even be injured or lose one's life.
But if I were to give up, I would feel unwilling.
With hundreds of brothers surrounding him, if he were to retreat now, he, the chieftain of Black Wind Ridge, would lose all face.
Besides, he also has powerful backers. If he shouts out, it might intimidate the blue-robed cultivator in front of him. With some kind words of persuasion, the deal can be made!
Let's do it!
"Come on, let me test your strength!"
Scarface gritted his teeth and roared, unleashing his early Foundation Establishment cultivation. The rocks beneath his feet shattered and flew everywhere. He raised his broadsword high above his head, a faint blood-red aura emanating from its blade, clearly indicating that he had activated his trump card, the Fierce Blood Refinement Technique.
"Boy, don't be so arrogant! Today I'll make sure you die here!"
Scarface leaped into the air, his movements as fierce as an eagle swooping down on its prey. His broadsword, with the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, aimed straight at Tang Zhen's head. The chilling aura of the blade scraped a shallow mark on the ground, its power terrifying beyond measure.
"Great Chief is mighty!"
"Kill him, rip out his heart and lungs, and boil them into soup to go with your drinks!"
"You fool who doesn't know what's good for him!"
The surrounding bandits shouted in unison to cheer him on, and hundreds of fierce eyes were fixed on Tang Zhen, as if they wanted to tear him to pieces.
Tang Zhen remained calm, as if what was coming at him was not a fatal attack, but just a gentle breeze.
He still held the immobilized traitorous servant in one hand, his steps neither faltering nor dodging. Just as the broadsword was about to fall on his head, he slowly raised his free left hand and casually pointed his fingertips forward.
This finger strike, without any burst of light or thunderous aura, was faster than anyone could see.
"clang--!"
A crisp, clear collision suddenly rang out.
The greatsword that Scarface swung with all his might was actually stopped firmly by Tang Zhen with a single finger. The blade was only half an inch away from his forehead, but it could not go any further.
Scarface felt an immense, ocean-like force surge from the other's fingertips, causing his arms to go numb, his tiger's mouth to split open, and blood instantly staining the hilt of his sword.
"This...this is impossible!"
Scarface's pupils contracted sharply, his voice filled with despair and disbelief. They were both at the Foundation Establishment stage, yet their strength was so vastly different—they were practically on completely different levels.
Is it...
This person is pretending to be weak to take advantage of others!
At this moment, Tang Zhen's eyes turned slightly cold, and he pressed down slightly with his fingertips.
"Crack!"
The gleaming broadsword snapped in two, half of the blade flying out and embedding itself deeply in a nearby tree trunk.
Before Scarface could react, Tang Zhen flicked his finger again, and a wisp of gentle yet domineering cyan energy shot out, striking directly at Scarface's dantian.
"Ugh—!"
Scarface let out a shrill scream as his meager cultivation was instantly destroyed. He fell to the ground like a broken sack, convulsing all over, unable to stand up again.
one move!
With just one move, the leader of Black Wind Ridge was completely defeated!
The hundreds of bandits surrounding them were terrified, looking at Tang Zhen as if they had seen an ancient demon god, and they had no fighting spirit left.
It's unclear who dropped their weapon first, but they all knelt down with a thud. Immediately afterward, all the bandits knelt down and kowtowed, crying and begging for mercy, fearing that this ruthless man's next target would be them.
"Spare us! Senior, spare us! We will never dare to do it again!"
"The chieftain forced us to come; we had no choice!"
Tang Zhen's gaze swept over the kneeling bandits, his voice cold: "Get out of this mountain path. If you dare to do evil again, you will be executed without mercy."
One sentence, like a royal decree. The bandits were granted a pardon. They scrambled to their feet, helped the limp Scarface up, and fled in a sorry state into the depths of the mountains. In a moment, they vanished without a trace, and a carefully planned ambush plot was thus wiped out.
Zhao Kui and his guards stood there stunned for a long time before they came to their senses. Their gazes toward Tang Zhen were filled with extreme awe and gratitude.
Zhao Kui quickly straightened his robes, led all his guards forward, bowed deeply to Tang Zhen, and said with utmost respect, "Thank you for saving us, sir! Our Zhao family will never forget this kindness! If it weren't for you, sir, we would have been in grave danger today, and we would have lost our lives here!"
After saying that, he immediately had his confidant bring over a heavy brocade bag filled with glittering gold coins and three low-grade spirit stones containing pure spiritual energy. He solemnly presented the bag to Tang Zhen with both hands: "Sir, this is a small gift to express my gratitude. I hope you will accept it."
Tang Zhen did not refuse and reached out to take the brocade bag.
Amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd, he turned and walked up to the girl selling juice.
The girl remained standing in front of the stall, her eyes slightly red, tears still clinging to her face, her gaze towards Tang Zhen filled with gratitude and unease.
Tang Zhen gently placed the heavy brocade bag on the wooden table in front of her stall, his voice softening slightly: "Today's events have caused you unnecessary grievances and fright, and your livelihood has been disrupted by bandits. Consider this money as compensation and consolation for you."
The girl looked up abruptly, tears streaming down her face again. She quickly bowed and thanked him repeatedly, choking back sobs that she couldn't utter a complete sentence. She could only keep bowing to Tang Zhen to express her deepest gratitude.
Tang Zhen nodded slightly, said nothing more, and turned back to his original spot.
At this moment, the blazing sun on the horizon was gently shrouded by a thin layer of clouds, and the dazzling sunlight became warm and gentle. The dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves of the golden sand trees fell on the mountain path, creating a warm and tranquil atmosphere.
The passersby who had scattered and fled due to the bandits' disturbance emerged from the bushes, behind rocks, and among the trees, brushing off the dust and their panic vanishing.
The mountain path has returned to order, and pedestrians walk in twos and threes, chatting and laughing, slowly making their way towards the magnificent city shrouded in mist in the center of the valley.
The sounds of carriages and horses, along with laughter and conversation, created a peaceful scene.
Zhao Kui wanted to invite Tang Zhen to the city to host a banquet to express his gratitude, but Tang Zhen simply waved his hand, lifted his foot lightly, and walked forward with the crowd.
His blue robe fluttered, and he moved with ease, as if the astonishing feat of suppressing hundreds of bandits was nothing more than a simple matter.
The leaves of the trees on the golden sand tree swayed gently in the wind, and the sunlight shone softly, restoring the tranquility of the gravel mountain path.