When Ye Qinghan and the others returned to the Humble Village, they saw a group of practitioners kneeling outside the village. The hunters were shocked. These were the famous experts within a thousand li radius, or rather, they were bandits from the Drifting Cloud Stronghold. Some of them were experts from the Tie Family Village, and they were all famous experts. At this moment, they were all kneeling here, and even their clothes had been stripped off.
Ye Qinghan did not even need to think, he knew that it was done by Emperor Ye and the others. They were bored, so it was normal for them to meet some bandits to vent their anger.
"Esteemed Lord, we cannot offend this group of people. Otherwise, if they take revenge, our Humble Village will be finished!" Yang Zhan said in horror.
"No matter, let's return to the village. Before I leave, I will remove the power behind them." Ye Qinghan said indifferently.
Yang Zhan looked at the several peak Lesser God Priests kneeling on the ground and could not help but feel a chill.
"Yang Zhan! You … You … You have big guts … If the Second Master knows … he will definitely slaughter your entire village! " The strongest among them was a middle-level God Priest. At this moment, he was looking at Yang Zhan and the villagers of the Humble Village with resentment. He didn't dare to vent his anger on Emperor Ye and the others, but he dared to threaten the Humble Village.
Humph!
Ye Qinghan groaned and launched a soul attack, quietly extinguishing that person's soul. That person's head tilted and directly fell to the ground.
The remaining dozens of people did not dare to threaten Yang Zhan anymore.
Ye Qinghan looked at the hunters who were trembling with fear. They did not dare to offend this so-called Drifting Cloud Stronghold. He knew that if this stronghold was not destroyed, they would not be able to celebrate the New Year celebration. He frowned and lifted up a bandit with good cultivation. His divine sense forcefully entered the bandit's sea of consciousness and plundered his memories. After finding the location of this stronghold, he said, "You guys go back to the village first, I will be back soon."
Before Yang Zhan and the others could react, Ye Qinghan killed this group of people with a single slash of his blade and turned around to leave.
Three thousand miles away, white snow covered the land. Numerous mountain peaks stood tall and straight.
This was the headquarters of the Flowingcloud Citadel, which was home to hundreds of experts, ranging from Paragon Gods to ordinary lackeys. They controlled an area of thousands of kilometers, and enslaved the villagers to gather resources for them. Every year, they paid protection fees and taxes to the villagers.
The will of the Flowing Cloud Stronghold was the will of the villagers within a radius of a few thousand miles. The villagers could not unite, so they could only be bullied. The Flowing Cloud Stronghold had existed for hundreds of thousands of years, but until now, no one had been able to shake their position.
The Flowing Cloud Stronghold naturally had someone backing it, otherwise, it would have already been swallowed up by other bandit strongholds.
With countless villagers to enslave, the people of Flowing Cloud Stronghold could obtain a large amount of cultivation resources without leaving the mountain. Even if it was winter, they did not have to worry about food. It was the New Year celebration, so they were singing and dancing.
The second leader, Han Yue, was a middle-aged man. His cultivation was at the high level of the Superior God Priest, second only to the leader of the Drifting Cloud Stronghold. Half of his face was covered by a beard. At this moment, he was hugging a few young women. They were all dressed in simple clothes. They should be the village girls who were forcibly abducted.
"My fifth brother brought some people to the Humble Village a few days ago. Why hasn't he come back yet? Have you sent people to investigate? "Han Yue's rough voice sounded. He glared at the few spies below.
"Second leader, we are sending people to investigate. The Humble Village is a small place. The fifth master will definitely be fine. I think he is having fun in some village. He will probably come back tomorrow. You don't have to worry." The two spies quickly said.
"Well, after you find them, ask him to bring me a few female cultivators with good cultivation. You can leave now." Han Yue waved his hand to signal the spies to leave. He then hugged a few women and moved his big hands around them.
Those women were all village girls. They were so scared that their faces turned pale. They kept screaming, but Han Yue gave them a few slaps on the face.
"If you don't cooperate, I will destroy your whole village!" Han Yue threatened in a stern voice.
The women did not dare to speak. They did not even dare to move. They just let Han Yue do it.
However, the spies had just left for a few moments when they hurriedly rushed in again.
"Second leader, it's not good. Someone is fighting their way up the mountain!" The spies quickly knelt and said.
"Bastard! Can't you see that I am busy? If someone is fighting their way up the mountain, then kill him! What are you doing here? "Han Yue's mood was ruined. He immediately shouted angrily.
"He … he is too strong. He is already halfway up the mountain. His attacks are ruthless. Until now, he has not left a single survivor …" The spies hurriedly said.
… …
Halfway up the mountain, Ye Qinghan carried Zhong Kuang and wandered around aimlessly. He killed anyone he saw. He did not even ask a single question, nor did he answer the questions of the bandits.
The corpses rolled down the slope. There were only a few hundred bandits in total. Ye Qinghan had killed half of them. He did not even take the universe rings from the corpses. He just walked away after killing them.
Han Yue rushed out of the main hall. When he was halfway up the mountain, he looked at Ye Qinghan and angrily asked, "How dare you offend my Flowing Cloud Stronghold. Don't you know that our boss is a disciple of the Water Sword Sect?"
Boom!
His reply was Ye Qinghan's sudden attack. His saber cut through the air and killed more than ten powerhouses behind Han Yue. Even Han Yue did not manage to escape. His body was sliced in half at the waist. A destructive aura spread to his limbs and bones. He was a high and mighty Highgod, but he did not even have the chance to struggle. His eyes were wide open, and he died with a grievance.
"I don't know."
Ye Qinghan stepped over Han Yue's corpse and said calmly. He then continued walking up the mountain.
A powerful aura was awakening at the top of the mountain. His cultivation level was actually half-step lord-level.
"Hahaha! I've finally broken through to half-step lord-level! "
With a roar, an old man in his fifties charged out of the mountain. His hair was black and white, and his aura was quite impressive. However, having just broken through to half-step lord-level, he could not control his current cultivation level well.
He was the great boss of the Drifting Cloud Stronghold, the famous Liu Yun. He was also a disciple of the Water Sword Sect, the most powerful sect in Hanqing County. He collected resources for the Water Sword Sect and exchanged them for contribution points. As long as he had 100,000 contribution points, he could become an inner sect disciple of the Water Sword Sect and listen to a Lord's sermon.
Currently, he had already exchanged them for 90,000 contribution points, and his cultivation level was now half-step lord-level. He was extremely excited, but he did not know that extreme joy could turn into sorrow. He bumped into Ye Qinghan as soon as he came out of closed-door cultivation.
"Who are you? Why are you behaving atrociously in my Drifting Cloud Stronghold? "Liu Yun questioned coldly with a frown.
"I'm Death. Naturally, I've come to the Drifting Cloud Stronghold to take your life." Ye Qinghan mocked him with a smile. He suddenly moved in a flash and unleashed fifty percent of his combat strength. He turned into ten thousand afterimages and surrounded Liu Yun. His attacks were ruthless, and each strike was fatal.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh —
The space shattered continuously. Before the miserable Liu Yun could even show off his cultivation base, Ye Qinghan hacked him into pieces. His vigorous Qi and blood instantly dried up, and he died without a complete corpse.
Liu Yun did not even know why he had died. His broken body fell to the ground, and he could not get up. His blood dimmed and seeped into the ground.
Ye Qinghan still did not let go. Instead, he extended his Divine Consciousness into the Drifting Cloud Stronghold and killed all the several hundred people in the bandit lair. Not a single one was spared. The large group of slaves was so shocked by Ye Qinghan's cold aura that they dared not speak. They fled in panic.
Ye Qinghan turned around and returned to Humble Village. That day, news of the bandit lair being wiped out spread throughout Hanqing County. Some people were happy, while others were sad. However, the most powerful sect in Hanqing County, the Water Sword Sect, was furious.
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