Peerless Dragon Sovereign-Chapter 561: Bandit Mo Feng

Thud, thud, thud~

In the midst of the rolling yellow sand, dozens of bandits swarmed in.

They wielded sharp blades, shouting with glee, surrounding the caravan entirely.

A murderous intent began to envelop the area, and the faces of Ma Qian’s caravan were filled with panic; some were so frightened their legs weakened.

Ma Qian tightly held his daughter’s hand and said with some trepidation, "This is trouble, these bandits, any one of them has Yang Wheel Realm cultivation, and some I can’t even see through."

"I hope they just take some goods and leave, without hurting anyone."

Though today’s bandits have had connections with various cities, they are essentially bloodthirsty fiends, to whom killing a few dozen people is all too easy.

Inside the carriage, Chu Nan and Zhi Tianping were also scrutinizing the group of bandits.

Zhi Tianping glanced over the bandits and his gaze quickly fell on a leader-like person dressed in a yellow robe with a handsome face: "I know this person."

The Zhi Family Secret Realm has been operating in Nanmo Province for many years, with some knowledge of both Nanmo Province itself and Nanmo City.

As one of the ancestors of the Zhi Family, he naturally knew many things about Nanmo inside out.

"That young man in the yellow robe seems to be Mo Feng, the youngest son of the City Lord of Cangyuan City. Over twenty years ago, he traded cultivation resources with our Zhi Family."

"I didn’t expect this kid to get into this line of work; should we make a move now and give them a lesson?"

Zhi Tianping quickly spoke of the other’s background, then followed Chu Nan’s decision.

Chu Nan just shook his head and said, "Let’s first see if there isn’t a bigger fish behind this guy. As long as no one dies, it’s not too late to act once all information is clear."

Chu Nan and Zhi Tianping were traveling incognito.

The number of experts in Nanmo couldn’t compare to that of the Qin Kingdom, but the level of danger was no less.

After all, in the Qin Kingdom, there were some rules to abide by, and Chu Nan had the protection of the Ancestor Sect, but in Nanmo, the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall was his enemy, and the Slaughter Emperor Sect’s intentions were unclear and couldn’t be provoked.

Unless absolutely necessary, Chu Nan did not want to reveal his identity.

Zhi Tianping nodded, having no objections to Chu Nan’s judgment.

At this moment, outside the carriage, Ma Qian and others wore expressions of vigilance, looking around at the bandits, clenching their fists in secret, their hearts pounding uncontrollably.

A gust of yellow sand blew past, blinding everyone’s eyes.

The young man in the yellow robe, Mo Feng, was at the forefront riding a black-skinned Camel Demon Beast, and demanded, "Who is in charge here, step forward!"

Ma Qian stepped forward proactively, respectfully saying, "My lord, we understand the rules, and now we will offer up half of the goods, hoping you will show mercy and not harm us."

Bandits don’t reason; only by appeasing them with benefits can there be a glimmer of hope.

Even in such a situation, Ma Qian hoped to keep half the goods, so that there would still be profit upon reaching Cangyuan City, making the trip worthwhile.

Unexpected to Ma Qian, Mo Feng coldly sneered, "It seems you are an old caravan, familiar with the rules."

"But now that you’ve encountered me, those rules will have to change!"

Ma Qian felt a chill in his heart, knowing that the goods might all be lost this time, not only making this trip in vain but also facing compensation back in Mosen Province.

"First of all, you must hand over all your goods, along with your storage bags and other items, not leaving even a single yuan stone!" Mo Feng raised one finger, then a second, scanning the crowd, "Secondly... my cultivation has reached a bottleneck and I need some materials..."

Upon hearing this, Ma Qian’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but step back, as everyone’s faces turned pale.

Nanmo is resource-poor, with few martial artists and difficult cultivation.

The difficulty of obtaining yuan stones is more than ten times greater than in the Qin Kingdom, so most martial artists, to cut corners and quickly enhance their cultivation, often adopt methods like blood sacrifice and dual cultivation that harm the heavens.

Especially fond of martial artists from the Qin Kingdom.

As compared to Nanmo, the cultivation environment in the Qin Kingdom is excellent, making martial artists from the Qin Kingdom akin to living yuan stones in the eyes of Nanmo’s people.

Whenever encountered alone, they are never spared.

Only the caravans from the Qin Kingdom, granted they transport cultivation resources to Nanmo, have some degree of restraint towards the martial artists in the caravans.

But as the Desolate Ancient Holy Hall is about to open, people frantically enhance their cultivation with madness to vie for qualification.

During this special period, many have disregarded the rules!

"I don’t need much, just half of your numbers," Mo Feng said coldly, as if these people were not people at all, merely slightly larger yuan stones.

Ma Qian felt icy inside, actually calling for half of the people, it was terrifying!

"My lord, can’t you lessen it a bit, they are all the pillars of their families, if..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Feng’s gaze suddenly landed on the young girl beside Ma Qian, and his eyes lit up, "Women from the Qin Kingdom are indeed more delicate than those from Nanmo."

"I’ve decided that the woman beside you will also be taken, otherwise all of you will die!"

As he finished, the bandits all wore lewd smiles, some even licking the corners of their mouths, appearing extremely excited, and some even impatiently so. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Mo Feng’s gaze was cold and merciless, with a greedy smile on his lips, sending a chill through Ma Qian.

Ma Qian clutched the young girl’s hand tightly, hurriedly saying, "My lord, this is my only daughter, please spare her life."

He couldn’t imagine the fate awaiting his daughter, in the prime of her youth, falling into the hands of these bandits.

Yet Mo Feng laughed sinisterly, "Others can follow me, why can’t your daughter? In my eyes, you are nothing but sacrifices."

With a slight wave of his hand, the bandits dismounted from their camels and slowly approached Ma Qian.

Ma Qian protected his daughter behind him, shouting angrily, "Brothers, these bandits are ruthless. Even if we meet their demands, they might not spare us."

"Why don’t we stake our lives, even if we die, we’ll die with honor, and maybe some of us can escape!"

With these words, the whole caravan was instantly moved, not so much by Ma Qian’s words but because at this point, everyone knew that without resistance, there was only a dead end.

After all, who could guarantee that within the half to be taken, they wouldn’t be included?

Suddenly, the sounds of battle cries echoed in the desert as the caravan’s martial artists, following Ma Qian, rushed towards Mo Feng.

Upon seeing this scene, Mo Feng showed a disdainful expression, for these bandits, the weakest among them was at the Yang Wheel Realm, and he was a Divine Light Realm Martial Artist.