Chapter 501: Defeating the Enemy in One Move

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Another loud crack echoed between the blade and Cheng Bao’s head, with almost the same result. The golden sword remained firmly embedded in the soil behind him, while Cheng Bao used his bare hands to grab the second gang leader and, with extreme cruelty—so brutal that even someone as ruthless as Lin Dong couldn’t bear to watch—shattered the man’s head into a mess of mud.
The third and fourth gang leaders differed slightly; instead of being blown apart, their entire bodies were torn to pieces by bare hands. At that moment, Cheng Bao resembled a bloodthirsty beast.
Killing three men in an instant with such brutal methods drove the bandits watching from afar into madness. They shouted wildly, waving their arms frantically, their blood boiling with rage. Their crazed minds even made some of them ignore the bandits from Skull Village who were swinging their swords at them.
They were bandits—extremely mad, bloodthirsty bandits. Cheng Bao’s actions resonated with them, making them feel as if they were personally torturing the bandits from Skull Village.
“Heart Reversal Phase Two!”
Liang Feihu’s nostrils, like two caves, flared slightly. Sensing Cheng Bao’s strength through his mental probe, he became excited and eager to tear Cheng Bao to shreds with his bare hands.
Feeling the other’s probing, Cheng Bao also sensed him mentally and realized he was also in Heart Reversal Phase Two. He then asked, “Are you the gang leader?”
“You must be the mercenaries hired by that inn, right?” Liang Feihu sneered.
“I’m asking you a question!” Cheng Bao said coldly.
“Lay down first, then I’ll ask!”
Liang Feihu suddenly opened his palm, revealing a four- to five-meter-long spiked club. Its dark appearance and vicious spikes, combined with Liang Feihu’s muscular frame, gave off an aura of brutal violence.
With a firm step forward, the ground within a hundred meters trembled the moment his foot touched it. Countless weeds flew up, swirling in the air along with mud particles.
Amidst the swirling weeds and mud, the massive spiked club was raised and swung at Cheng Bao’s waist.
Boom…
The wind howled as patches of grass exploded and intertwined in the air, forming a green vortex.
Driven by the immense force, Cheng Bao’s body slowly moved to the side. His legs sank deeper into the soil as he moved.
By the time the powerful force faded and the green vortex dropped, Cheng Bao’s legs were already half a meter deep in the ground.

“Say, is the leader of this bandit camp here?” Cheng Bao roared, his voice propelled by spiritual energy, soaring into the sky. “He is Liang Feihu! Liang Feihu is the leader of the Skull Camp!” Someone else, unafraid of the Skull Camp’s retaliation, shouted in response. Instantly, countless voices echoed in reply. All of them proved one thing: the man standing across from Cheng Bao was indeed Liang Feihu, the leader of the Skull Camp. “As expected!” Cheng Bao raised his right hand, and several meters away, his golden sword trembled before flying into his palm. Liang Feihu raised his wolf-tooth club and glanced at it casually—several of the teeth made from fifth-tier spiritual minerals had already broken off. “Shopkeeper, it’s your turn to act,” Cheng Bao said, ignoring Liang Feihu further. He was confident he could defeat him, but it would take a lot of time. His blood was burning now, and the madness and bloodthirst within it had been fully unleashed. He didn’t want to waste any time; all he wanted now was to kill—punch after punch, slash after slash, until blood flowed like rivers. Lin Dong slightly opened his eyes and waved his hand lightly: “Go!” The five men led by Jiang Kui rushed to Cheng Bao’s side, forming a straight line in an instant. “Shopkeeper?” Liang Feihu turned his gaze toward Lin Dong. Lin Dong remained silent, his spiritual energy surging. An irresistible force instantly enveloped Liang Feihu. Cracks kept appearing all over his body as he fought frantically—so fiercely that his bones kept breaking. Yet even so, he couldn’t resist that force, which was immense and overwhelming, impossible to shake even by the slightest amount. “Who the hell are you?” Liang Feihu shouted through the pain of his broken bones. He couldn’t believe that this man, barely thirty years old, possessed the strength to resist him on such a level. Nor could he believe that some shopkeeper could have such power. This was beyond what was normal for the mortal world. Even in the Heavenly Might Pavilion or among the major sects, such formidable strength at such a young age was extremely rare. Such a person shouldn’t have anything to do with bandits. Liang Feihu couldn’t understand how seeking trouble at an inn could lead to encountering someone like this. Lin Dong didn’t overthink it. He reached out, grabbed Liang Feihu’s neck, and without asking who his master was, unleashed his spiritual energy. It encountered slight resistance as it entered his meridians, but then rushed in, destroying everything in its path. In an instant, Liang Feihu’s dantian and meridians were completely destroyed. Even if a ninth-tier alchemist tried to help, it would be too late.

The bandits watching from afar were utterly frenzied. This scene was undoubtedly the most satisfying, exhilarating, and satisfying thing they had ever seen in their lives.
The leader of Skeleton Fort was infamous even among the bandits of Chongping Mountain, wielding immense fear. And these bandits’ greatest desire was to rid themselves of the weight of Skeleton Fort and become renowned bandits throughout the capital and even the entire Han Empire.
Although Liang Feihu wasn’t defeated with a single effortless move, the thrill they felt was still overwhelming.
“By slaying Liang Feihu, from now on, our Tiankui Fort will treat you all as honored guests. Wherever you go, we’ll regard it as sacred ground.”
“That’s right! After killing Liang Feihu, we’ll tear him apart—our Liufeng Fort will build a grave for each part of his body: one grave for his heart, one for his lungs, one for his stomach… From now on, this place will be the latrine for everyone in our Liufeng Fort.”
“A latrine? Then Liang Feihu won’t have to worry about hunger ever again! Guys, bring over a frying pan—let’s fry him and eat him, turning him into dung!”
Cries of rage echoed everywhere. Those bandits, who usually dared not provoke Skeleton Fort, now vented their resentment. Knowing Liang Feihu was doomed, they cheered loudly, with some even offering high prices to buy a piece of his flesh to taste.
The bandits of Skeleton Fort, unaccustomed to such fierce attacks, instantly split into two groups. One group rushed out to attack the surrounding bandits, while the other howled and swung their swords, charging at Lin Dong. They aimed to turn him into flesh paste before rescuing Liang Feihu.
Glancing at the enraged bandits, Lin Dong remained calmly seated on his wooden chair. In fact, his open eyes even closed slightly.
His mission on this trip to the small grasslands was merely to provide support. He didn’t intend to intervene unless someone extremely powerful appeared. First, Cheng Bao and his group weren’t strong enough to be defeated by a mere bandit stronghold. Second, he could use the bandits of Skeleton Fort as training opponents to improve their coordination. Third, Lin Dong didn’t want to shed too much blood. Though these bandits were unforgivable criminals, they were still human, and he didn’t want to become a butcher wielding a blade.
At his feet, Liang Feihu glared at him through gritted teeth. In his eyes, besides a murderous intent fierce enough to scare ordinary people to death, there seemed to be something else as well.

In his entire life, he had never regretted anything, but this time, amidst the excruciating pain caused by the destruction of his meridians and dantian, he regretted it. A person who killed him as if he were a chick, along with a group of ruthless and powerful subordinates, made it almost effortless to destroy Skeleton Camp.

He was not afraid of death, nor had he ever thought that Skeleton Camp could dominate Chongping Mountain for so many years. According to the unchanging rule of Chongping Mountain over the past few hundred years, the top three camps could never last more than ten years. He had long accepted the idea of being killed and Skeleton Camp being destroyed. But just because he offended an inn, he was unwilling to give up.

Just an inn—how could it lead to the destruction of a major bandit camp? This would ensure that even after Skeleton Camp was destroyed for over a decade, it would still remain a laughingstock among bandits. Liang Feihu had no doubt that if there ever arose a cowardly outlier among the camps, Skeleton Camp would surely be the first to be mentioned. The story would undoubtedly go that Skeleton Camp provoked some inn and foolishly invited destruction upon itself. The camp leader should be extremely cautious—never become the second idiotic Skeleton Camp.

Just thinking about it made Liang Feihu’s heart feel as if countless cat claws were scratching at it nonstop. This feeling was even more painful than having all his meridians shattered.

“Tell me, who exactly are you?” Liang Feihu, unable to bear the torment in his heart, demanded angrily.

“I’m Lin Dong, the owner of Lin’s Inn,” Lin Dong said as he casually threw something, causing Liang Feihu to fall to the ground and convulse uncontrollably.

“That’s impossible. With your strength and age, you should be someone who is desperately being trained with spiritual materials and pills, whether in the Tianwei Pavilion or a major sect. Someone like you wouldn’t have time to leave before becoming a peak warrior, let alone open an inn in the secular world. Even if something major happened, it wouldn’t require you to get involved,” Liang Feihu roared, sweating profusely with veins throbbing violently on his forehead.

Lin Dong ignored him, not really agreeing with this statement. Someone like Yun Lan could travel outside for half a year a year. If she wanted to, as long as it was safe, she could even avoid returning to the sect for two or three years. Although this was partly because Yun Cangqiong, the sect master of Tianjian Sect, also liked to travel, it was possible that other sects had similarly lenient rules.

“Are you from the Tianwei Pavilion?” Liang Feihu demanded angrily.

Lin Dong gave no response. He had no interest in dealing with this bandit leader. If it weren’t for the connection with Lin’s Inn, with his strength, Liang Feihu wouldn’t even deserve him to waste a few days of cultivation time by coming here.

Moreover, no matter how well he got along with Liang Feihu, Lin Dong didn’t believe he would reveal the mastermind.