Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 980 - 259: Immortal Jiao!_2

Li Dahe grabbed a teapot from nearby and splashed the tea right into the bandit’s face. The somewhat scalding tea hit the bandit’s face, making him cry out in pain. Li Dahe then shouted, "Can’t you keep your cool? Tell me what happened!"

Under the pain, the bandit indeed calmed down, hastily crying, "Boss, someone... someone stormed right into our stronghold! He... he’s incredible! Extremely powerful!"

"What? How many people?" Li Dahe furrowed his brows deeply and cursed, "I think you lad haven’t sobered up yet! You damned fool, are you sure you aren’t petrified by fear? How many people are there? Speak up!!"

"It’s... it’s really just one person! Boss, I didn’t make a mistake, it’s just one person!" The bandit’s face was full of dread as he yelled, "It’s just one person who stormed into our stronghold!"

"One person? Dammit, you lot are as useless as dogs! One man scared you to this state?" Li Dahe grew even more furious, his anger swelling, "My stronghold has precisely one hundred and twenty-nine men, and you’re telling me you’re frightened by a single person?"

"Boss, he... he really is incredibly powerful!" The bandit said anxiously, "He’s just like the martial heroes the storytellers talk about! Our men are no match for him at all!"

Li Dahe shot up from his seat, grinding his teeth, "What damned storyteller’s martial hero, that’s all made-up garbage! You doggone fools actually believe that?"

"Lead the way for me!" He snatched up a large saber resting against the tiger skin chair and roared, "I have to see for myself who this person is, daring to break into my stronghold."

Following the bandit’s lead, Li Dahe arrived at a spot within the stronghold. Then, he froze in place because... he saw a sprawl of corpses!

Ahead, the ground was strewn with bodies lying at all angles. From the attire, it was clear that all these dead were bandits from his stronghold.

Many bandits who had just drunk together yesterday now had become cold corpses. The pervasive stench of blood was exceptionally pungent.

"How... how can so many be dead?" Li Dahe was dumbstruck; such a calamity had never before befallen his stronghold!

Even the last time they were surrounded by government soldiers, only a dozen bandits had died.

Now... the corpses littering the ground were surely more than a dozen? Perhaps dozens, even over a hundred!

His stronghold had... just over one hundred and twenty men. If over a hundred were dead, how many were left?

Li Dahe’s eyes were about to burst from their sockets! His stronghold, his men... all gone in an instant!

He had never imagined such a thing could happen within his stronghold.

And...

Amid his towering rage, he saw a person.

It was an exceedingly tall individual.

The figure stood not far ahead, apparently still clutching the neck of... one of his men!

"Snap—"

Suddenly, the sound of a neck being snapped echoed chillingly. The tall, mysterious man released his grip, and the bandit he had just killed slumped to the ground, limp as a noodle. Then, before Li Dahe’s very eyes, the man turned around. Finally, beneath the dim moonlight, he could make out the stranger’s features. It was a face he had never seen before.

"You... you..." The air, thick with the scent of blood, perpetually stoked Li Dahe’s fury. He had run this stronghold for over seventy years, and one could even say... the young upstarts within had all grown up under his watchful eye. Who could have expected that they would all end up as corpses? His gaze on the man before him was as if he were staring down an arch-enemy.

Li Dahe’s eyes were shrouded with grim darkness, his anger nearly causing him to lose his mind, his teeth almost shattering with rage. The last shred of reason led him to grit his teeth and challenge the man in front, "Just who the hell are you? Did our stronghold somehow offend you? Do you even know where you are? Do you know who backs us up here?"

"Qiulong Temple, Fan Wu," the bandit chief was faced with a frank smile from Fan Wu as he replied, "Your stronghold hasn’t offended me in any way. But have you ever considered... regardless of whether you offend anyone, someone will inevitably come knocking. And as for who backs you up, feel free to share if you don’t mind."

"Qiulong Temple, Fan Wu?" Li Dahe had never heard this name before, nor had he heard of Qiulong Temple. Clearly, news from the outside world took a long time to reach these mountains. Such an isolated den of barely a hundred bandits had no knowledge of Fan Wu’s reputation; information must be exceptionally delayed.

"Damn it, never heard of it! Some bird from God knows where daring to cause a massacre on my turf, that’s a death wish! Come and pay with your life!!" In a fit of extreme rage, Li Dahe disregarded everything, grabbed his broadsword, and charged at Fan Wu.

"Bet you didn’t expect this! I am a Cultivator!" As this declaration fell, his broadsword suddenly glowed with a blood-red light! The red glow traced a beautiful arc in the air, aiming for Fan Wu’s neck, as if intending to sever it.

But to Fan Wu, such speed seemed like slow motion. He casually reached out and grabbed the blade of the blood-red broadsword. Then, under the bewildered gaze of Li Dahe, he pinched it effortlessly, shattering it to pieces!

"Instead of wasting time here, why not tell me who is backing you? I heard that the bandits around these parts worship an Immortal. Who might this Immortal be?" Fan Wu said with a smile, "Of course, you could choose not to tell me, and I will have to find out for myself."

"You, you... what kind of monster are you?!" Li Dahe, having lived for more than ninety years, had never seen someone who could so easily catch his attack and break his broadsword.

However, when Fan Wu mentioned the Immortal, it was as if Li Dahe found a new source of confidence, and he sneered, "Humph! The one backing our stronghold is that Immortal indeed. That Immortal is the Great Immortal Jiao from the heavens!"

"Great Immortal Jiao?" Fan Wu contemplated the name, which was much more obscure compared to the famous names of well-known Immortals. It was too cold, too remote; he had never heard of it.

"Scared now, huh!" Li Dahe scoffed, "Everyone in our three strongholds works for Great Immortal Jiao. You’ve killed so many of us, you’re as good as dead! Great Immortal Jiao will never let you off!"

"Oh? And what exactly do you do for Him?" Fan Wu inquired, "I overheard something about boys and girls outside... Your services wouldn’t happen to involve capturing boys and girls for Him, would they?"

The instant Fan Wu voiced his guess, he noted a slight shift in Li Dahe’s expression and knew he had guessed correctly.

"Tch..." Fan Wu murmured, "It seems not many in the heavens are honest. Perhaps I shouldn’t focus my attention solely on the mortal world?!"

After uttering these words, Fan Wu nonchalantly slapped the bandit chief.

Instantly blasting his head apart!

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