Chapter 363 - Standoff
Su Xiaoning furrowed her brows slightly. “Since the Four Mounted Banditss are so villainous, why aren’t there anyone from the immortal sects coming forth to uphold justice?”
In her mind, those of the immortal sects are obligated to slay evil and uphold justice – how could they stand by the sidelines?
Ji Chengtian shook his head. “There’s no such thing as righteous warriors in the cultivation world and it’s the same for those in the immortal sects. Immortals and fiends merely differ in terms of the Dao they seek.”
“That’s right. None of those warriors get to live a long life,” Little fatty nodded.
Leng Rou added, “The Buddhists live with compassion and speak of purifying the masses. However, look at the number of monks passing through Xuantian City and yet, none of them are coming forth to try and purify the villainous Four Mounted Bandits.”
Suddenly, Su Zimo spoke, “What’s the cultivation of the Four Mounted Bandits?”
Little fatty replied, “Their leader, Chai Li, is at seven meridian Foundation Establishment while the other three, Lang Tan, Hu Meng and Bao Yunfeng are at six meridian Foundation Establishment. It’s said that they grew up drinking the milk of ancient remnant beasts and lived in the jungles for many years, dominating the place while building up their bodies. Every single one of them is immensely strong and is comparable to demon beasts!”
When he heard that, Su Zimo’s heart skipped a beat.
With that, he opened his folding fan and sat down once more. Turning slightly, he revealed his slender and fair neck as his bright gaze was fixed on a delicate face in that broken mansion.
Hundreds of cultivators ran over in the dark with menacing expressions and ferocious auras. The cold gleam of spirit weapons shone disturbingly against the moonlight.
At this moment, Ji Chengtian and the rest had barely rested for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. Their bodies were still aching, but their enemies were already knocking on the door!
“What should we do?”
Everyone looked towards Su Zimo subconsciously.
Su Zimo was in a lotus position, still resting and recuperating.
Night Spirit was sprawled on the ground. Without even lifting its head, its pitch-black eyes were hidden in the night as it took a swift glance at the ancient remnant beast, the Cloud Seeking Leopard.
The moment Bao Yunfeng stepped into the courtyard, Su Zimo suddenly opened his eyes and shot up from the ground.
Bao Yunfeng had led more than a hundred desperadoes for the attack. Their aura was so terrifying that the surrounding cultivators felt chills running down their spines.
However, another monstrous aura exploded the moment Su Zimo opened his eyes and stood up!
It was as though a tempest had been set off, howling and gushing furiously.
Alone, Su Zimo stood motionlessly on the spot and his body looked frail. However, his aura was no weaker than Bao Yunfeng’s group!
The aura of Bao Yunfeng’s group resembled a blood storm.
However, what stood behind Su Zimo resembled mountains of corpses and oceans of blood!
“Eh?”
Not far away, on the second floor, the elderly man called Uncle Liang exclaimed slightly when he saw that.
The white-robed man’s eyes lit up with interest as well.