Chapter 3

With a shout, a tall figure in white appeared in the distance, rapidly approaching the village.

It turned out to be the very white-robed immortal that Tang Jie had been searching for, unexpectedly appearing at this moment.

"The cultivator is here, everyone retreat quickly!" The moment the shout erupted, the bandit leader shouted these words.

When he shouted the first word, the white figure was just appearing at the end of the village road, his white robe fluttering, his brows raised, and his sword unsheathed. By the time he finished shouting the last word "retreat," the figure was already in front of the bandits, raising his hand and slashing down, sending heads flying and blood splattering across the sky.

He charged straight at the bandits, and the once arrogant and reckless bandits suddenly became like frightened dogs, retreating in full disarray.

The bandit leader shouted even louder, "The Black Sand Gang was ignorant and did not know there was an immortal protecting this place. We are willing to retreat. Please, Immortal, show mercy!"

The bandits of the Wild Valley Plain were always very shrewd, daring to provoke heaven and earth but never a place protected by a sect.

This Little River Village had been thoroughly investigated beforehand and had no connection with any immortals, so they dared to act boldly. They never expected to encounter an immortal.

From the man's aura and speed, he was at least at the Transcendent Realm, having transcended the mortal realm and become a True Spirit Master. Moreover, his killing was decisive and his sword technique fierce, likely a sword cultivator specializing in slaughter. This was not something a large number of people could handle, so he immediately begged for mercy.

The white-robed man snorted, "The Black Sand Gang's bandit leaders were exterminated three days ago. Where did another Black Sand Gang come from? The Four Seas Gang has been a scourge to the countryside for a long time, killing and massacring villages, causing countless calamities. North Four Seas, how dare you do such things and not take responsibility?"

As he spoke, he had already killed three more bandits, truly slaughtering them as easily as pigs.

The bandit leader, North Four Seas, was exposed by the white-robed man and immediately knew he would not be spared. His face twisted with vicious intent, "You immortals occupy the largest lands and the most resources. On the surface, you protect the world, but in reality, you steal the essence of heaven and earth, harming mortals. Where have you given us mortals a way to live? No need to put on a show here. Brothers, fight him! Even if he is a Spirit Master, as long as his Purple Mansion is not opened, he can still be killed!"

His words struck at the heart of the matter. Among the five major realms of cultivation, let alone the fourth Purple Mansion Realm, even the second Transcendent Realm was not something a hundred bandits could oppose.

However, the white-robed man, upon hearing North Four Seas' claim that immortals did not give mortals a way to live, did not refute it. He merely frowned slightly and sighed.

The bandits, who lived by risking their lives, seeing that the other side would not spare them, became vicious. At North Four Seas' call, they all rushed forward.

Heaven and earth have spiritual energy. Immortals can cultivate and improve with it, and even mortals, without cultivation methods, can strengthen their bodies and health.

These bandits, though mortals, were also influenced by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, with strong physiques and excellent martial arts skills. They had fought for many years, with fierce and brutal combat techniques. Tang Jie's ability to kill one of them was largely due to luck and partly because the other side underestimated him.

Thus, when they all rushed forward, even the white-robed man could not immediately kill them all. The sky was filled with the clash of swords and knives, and North Four Seas quietly retreated to the rear. It seemed he was calling others to fight while preparing to run away himself.

He knew very well that the true terror of immortals was not their sword skills but their magical techniques, so he had no hope for this battle.

The next moment, the white-robed man snorted, and his long sword suddenly emitted a foot-long glow, rising into the air, circling once, and then a dozen heads rolled down.

"This is immortal sword technique!" The bandits shouted in unison, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

At this moment, the white-robed man suddenly snorted, his body trembling slightly, and a bloodstain appeared on his white robe.

Seeing this, North Four Seas was first stunned, then overjoyed, shouting, "He's injured! He was injured before!"

Upon hearing this, all the bandits were invigorated, attacking the white-robed man with renewed vigor, as if a drowning man had grabbed a lifeline.

Indeed, the man's injury flared up, and his movements became less agile. Some bandits even used strong bows and crossbows to shoot at him from a distance.

"Hmph, scoundrels!" The man angrily growled.

These bandits were truly ignorant, thinking that an injured immortal could be dealt with. In reality, a minor injury would not significantly affect a cultivator.

However, ignorance is sometimes bliss, and occasionally it can lead to a stroke of luck.

The white-robed man's injury was not minor. Even after a month of recovery, it had only slightly improved. Using his sword technique had aggravated his injury, and now he felt the spiritual energy in his body surging like a raging river, almost bursting him. He knew that if he did not end the battle soon, he might fall here. But with his spiritual energy running rampant and difficult to control, he was not in a condition to use any more immortal techniques.

If they fled in fear, the white-robed man could easily kill them all with his sword. However, now that they surrounded him, he could not break free. Seeing his injury worsening, he knew that if he did not deal with these bandits soon, he might be the one in trouble, truly a case of a ship capsizing in a calm river.

It seems there is no other choice... The white-robed man thought, looking at the bandits surrounding him, his eyes suddenly glowing with a divine light.

"Is this...?" North Four Seas, who had been carefully observing, noticed the white-robed man's change. Seeing the divine light in his eyes, a legendary term rose in his mind.

Divine Will!

This is Divine Will!

North Four Seas was terrified!

The man in front of him was not at the Transcendent Realm but the Heaven Heart Realm!

At that moment, he completely abandoned any thoughts of killing the immortal and retreated with all his might, ignoring everything behind him.

As the white-robed man's gaze fell, the remaining bandits suddenly clutched their heads and screamed, blood streaming from their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses, falling off their horses.

The range of the Divine Will attack was vast, and mortals could not resist it.

However, for some reason, the range of the white-robed man's Divine Will attack was limited to a few dozen meters around him. North Four Seas, having fled a step earlier, was out of the attack range. Additionally, the attack targeted humans but not horses, so the horses continued to gallop, carrying him away. Even the aftereffects of the attack made him feel as if needles were piercing his brain, causing intense pain and loud screams.

As he fled, a young man suddenly rushed out from the side, throwing a knife at North Four Seas' back.

Hearing the wind behind him, North Four Seas turned his head and managed to dodge the knife, which grazed his skull and cut off one of his ears.

Amidst the chaos, the horse carrying North Four Seas had already disappeared.

Seeing that he could not catch up, Tang Jie finally stopped, feeling hopeless.

Turning to look at the white-robed man, the man stood motionless after his attack.

On this day, the person he had been searching for finally appeared.

He rode the wind and clouds, charging at the bandits, singing wildly and slaughtering freely. Wherever he went, blood flowed like a river, and no one could withstand his sword.

The arrogant, reckless, and fearless bandits were utterly defeated and fled in disarray under the white-robed man's sword.

That white figure;

That lightning-fast sword light;

That tidal wave of blood;

Were deeply etched in Tang Jie's heart.

Compared to the battle between the two immortals in the sky, this battle was much smaller in scale, but it left a deeper impression on Tang Jie.

Even many years later, it remained the most indelible memory in Tang Jie's heart. Even the great powers of the Heavenly Palace and the invincible true form of the Absolute Annihilation King could not overshadow the heroic posture of Xu Mu Yang, who single-handedly swept away the bandits with his sword.

An immortal should be like this, wielding a sword to sweep away the evil!

However, on this day, the entire Little River Village was massacred!

Blood flowed through Little River Village, staining Tang Jie's vision red!

Tang Jie felt that life was full of irony.

On this day, he experienced the highs and lows of life, the great joys and sorrows, to the point where he almost went numb, his emotions surging, not knowing what to do.

Finally, he turned around and looked at the white-robed man.

With a thud, the white-robed man spat out a large mouthful of blood and then collapsed, fainting.

Thus, on the same day, Tang Jie saw an immortal fall.

This made him realize that even immortals could die.

Perhaps it was this realization that led to the birth of an unprecedented bold plan when he saw the immortal fall...

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