70: Who dares to steal my things? They're asking for trouble!

The night was dark, the wind was high. Outside Wanbao City, there was a desolate forest of jagged rocks.

This was a famous "black-on-black" Holy Land in the Central Plains; no one knew how many "lucky ones" returning from the auction with full loads had been buried here.

The Hidden God Sect group of five had barely stepped ten miles outside the city gates when the road ahead was blocked by over a dozen black figures.

Under the moonlight, those people were all draped in black robes, wearing hideous ghost masks on their faces, their entire bodies exuding a thick scent of blood and undisguised Killing Intent.

The leader was as burly as an iron tower, holding a ghost-headed broadsword wider than a door plank, with dark red bloodstains still remaining on the blade.

"Ke, ke, ke..." A harsh laughter, like that of a night owl, echoed through the silent night.

"Little brats, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"Why not stay, have a cup of tea with us brothers, and chat?"

The iron-tower-like strong man carried his blade and walked forward step by step, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

His eyes, revealed from beneath the mask, were filled with greed and cruelty, staring fixedly at the bulging Storage Pouch at Shi Tian's waist.

"The Thirteen Fiends of Black Wind!"

Some Loose Cultivators who were secretly watching from behind couldn't help but gasp when they saw this group, terrified and retreating repeatedly.

"My god! It's actually them!"

"This is the most notorious gang of robbers in the Central Plains! It's said that they even dare to rob deacons of a Holy Land!"

"The leader, 'Black Whirlwind', is a genuine Soul Transformation Stage Middle Stage expert! With his 'Mountain Opening Blade Technique', who knows how many experts' heads he has chopped off!"

"It's over, these little brats are going to be unlucky. Possessing a treasure is a crime, they are just too young after all."

The crowd whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with pity and schadenfreude as they looked at the five youths.

However, the Hidden God Sect group of five, trapped in the encirclement, showed no trace of fear on their faces.

In fact... were they even a little excited?

"Senior Brother, these people look so fierce."

Shi Tian stuffed a spirit fruit into his mouth and said indistinctly.

Looking at the strong man carrying the ghost-headed broadsword, his eyes were not fearful, but... curious. It was just like looking at an unseen gorilla in a zoo.

"Mm, they are quite fierce." Xiao Chen nodded, his expression remaining calm.

Ye Fan was even more direct; he patted his solid muscles and hooked his finger at the strong man: "Hey, you with the kitchen knife."

"Are you the 'couriers' that Revered Master mentioned?"

"Where is the express delivery? Hand it over quickly, we are in a hurry."

Couriers? The Thirteen Fiends of Black Wind were all stunned. They had been robbing and plundering for so many years, and this was the first time they had heard such a fresh and refined title.

"Brat, what did you say?!" The leader, "Black Whirlwind", clearly hadn't reacted yet.

"I said, are you here to deliver the express?" Ye Fan repeated patiently.

"You're courting death!" Black Whirlwind was finally enraged. He felt his intelligence had been insulted.

"It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin!" He stabbed the ghost-headed broadsword into the ground with a "boom", causing the ground to crack.

"Little brats, listen up! Grandpa here is in a good mood today, so I'll show you a bright path."

"Hand over all the Spirit Stones you obtained at the auction, and all the Storage Rings on your bodies, hand them all over!"

"Then, break one of your own arms and crawl under Grandpa's crotch!"

"Perhaps, Grandpa might show mercy and spare your dog lives!"

"Otherwise..." Black Whirlwind grinned viciously and licked his dry, cracked lips.

"Grandpa's blade hasn't tasted the blood of a Genius in a long time!"

These words were spoken with extreme arrogance, filled with unquestionable dominance. If it were an ordinary Genius, they would have likely been scared to the point of weak knees by this Soul Transformation Stage pressure.

However, what he waited for was not begging for mercy. Instead, it was... a burst of... uncontrollable... "Pfft."

Su Mo was the first who couldn't hold it in and laughed out loud. As he laughed, he excitedly licked his lips, and within his pitch-black eyes, Devilish Qi surged, filled with a bloodthirsty craving.

"Senior Brother, I remember now." Su Mo turned to look at Xiao Chen, his expression looking just like a child preparing to unwrap a gift.

"Revered Master said, this isn't called delivering express. This is called 'Wild BOSS delivering warmth', it's for us to grind experience and drop equipment!"

Hearing this, Xiao Chen also laughed. He slowly drew the plain-looking iron sword from his back, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

"Fifth Junior Brother is right. Revered Master also said one thing. Killing and arson bring golden belts, while building bridges and paving roads leave no corpses."

"Since they have so enthusiastically delivered the equipment to our door, then we... have no reason not to accept it."

He raised his head, looking at the still-stunned Black Whirlwind, his gaze suddenly becoming sharp. "Do it! Quick battle, quick decision! Get to work!"

The moment the words fell, the five figures moved!

"You're courting death!" Black Whirlwind was furious; he didn't expect these little brats to dare to make the first move!

"Brothers! Get them! Chop them up!"

With his order, the twelve men in black behind him drew their blades in unison, transforming into twelve bolts of black lightning, pouncing on the five from all directions.

These twelve people, the weakest were at the Golden Core Late Stage! Joining forces, even a Nascent Soul Old Ancestor would have to temporarily avoid their edge!

However, what they were facing were five... cheating perverts.

"Comparing numbers?" Su Mo sneered, shaking the ten thousand souls banner in his hand violently!

"Roar—!!!" The shrill ghost wails resounded through the night sky.

Thousands of powerful demonic souls swarmed out from the banner, instantly forming a black sea of death, meeting those twelve figures.

"Sword rise!" Xiao Chen gave a soft shout, and the immortal slaying sword in his hand emitted a clear dragon roar. He didn't use any flashy sword moves, just simply, a horizontal slash!

A pitch-black crescent-shaped Sword Qi tore through the night curtain!

"No—!" A robber rushing at the very front only had time to let out a desperate scream before he was instantly cut in half by that Sword Qi! Even his Primordial Spirit couldn't escape!

"Eat my cauldron!" Ye Fan was even more simple and brutal. He directly summoned that rusty myriad things mother qi cauldron, used it like a brick, and smashed it right onto the head of a Golden Core Peak robber!

"Bang!" A muffled sound. The robber's head exploded like a watermelon, red and white matter splattered everywhere.

"Hehe, it's my turn now."

Leng Yanran's figure was like a ghost, appearing silently behind another robber. The death gods scythe in her hand traced a beautiful arc. A fine head soared into the sky.

As for Shi Tian... He was hugging the swallowing heaven demon jar, aiming at an unlucky soul who was already entangled by demonic souls and unable to move.

"Suck!" A terrifying devouring force erupted.

That Golden Core Late Stage robber, along with his Magic Treasure, was instantly sucked into the demon jar, not even a bubble emerged. Shi Tian patted his belly and let out a burp.

"Mm, the taste is alright, it's just a bit hard on the teeth."

A battle? No. This wasn't a battle at all. This was a... one-sided massacre. A dimension-reduction strike of equipment suppression, talent suppression, and combat power suppression.

The Thirteen Fiends of Black Wind, this gang of fierce bandits who had roamed the Central Plains for hundreds of years and made countless Sects tremble in fear. In front of five "youth monsters" wielding Emperor Weapons and possessing unique skills. They were as fragile as paper.

In less than ten breaths. Twelve Golden Core and Nascent Soul Stage experts, all wiped out! Not a single one left!

The entire forest of jagged rocks instantly quieted down. Only the leader, "Black Whirlwind", remained standing there, foolishly stunned.

He carried that ghost-headed broadsword, his whole body stiff, as if he had turned into a stone statue. He looked at the severed limbs all over the ground, then looked at the five youths who were unscathed, not even their clothes ruffled. His mind was completely blank.

"This... this... this..." He "this-ed" for a long time, but couldn't "this" out a complete sentence.

Who am I? Where am I? Was I just... fighting against five Soul Transformation Stage old monsters?

"Hey." Xiao Chen used his sword tip to tap Black Whirlwind's broadsword that was stuck in the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Only you are left. Will you end it yourself, or do you want us to send you on your way? We are in a hurry, I'll give you three seconds to consider."