Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

"Let's go together and see who kills the most!" Xiao Hongyun and Ye Tingxiu exchanged a glance and grinned at the same time.

After so much arduous training, I can finally unleash my killing spree and put my skills to the test.

They each used their supernatural powers and spells to charge into the enemy ranks through the gap created by Jin Wei's assault team.

The anti-bandit legion does not need command, because the drilled formations have become ingrained in their memories. When they encounter the enemy, they immediately know how to coordinate and annihilate them.

The defense squad, shields raised and armor donned, charged straight into the enemy lines, engaging the bandits in close combat.

Meanwhile, the ranged squad cast spells from afar, some launching flying swords, others firing arrows.

Scout squads harassed and ambushed lone cultivators on the outskirts.

The army's coordinated attacks were so effective that the enemy troops were routed, losing their armor and fleeing in disarray.

After a fierce battle, only seven or eight melee cultivators were killed or wounded, while the entire enemy army was wiped out.

Jin Wei, his killing intent palpable, turned and said, "Deputy Commander Xiao, Deputy Commander Ye, the Commander-in-Chief said that speed is of the essence in war. There's no need to clean up the battlefield. The wounded and the injured should be buried on the spot. We'll head straight for Luofeng Slope to capture and kill the bandit leader."

Xiao Hongyun retracted the blood-stained throwing knife fan: "Then let's head straight for Luofeng Slope!"

Ye Tingxiu sheathed his sword: "Alright!"

"Go!" Jin Wei stepped forward and led six Food Disaster cultivators in a frenzied charge. Scouts were in front to explore the way, and the army followed behind. Jin Wei led his team in a killing frenzy, never before had he felt that killing was so smooth.

A moment later, Jin Wei led his troops to Luofeng Slope, where they saw the bandits cleaning up the battlefield. Jin Wei then shouted, "The Commander-in-Chief has ordered that whoever can kill a general, seize a flag, or capture the bandit leader will be rewarded with ten thousand coins and made a lackey!"

"Kill!" The eyes of the bandit-suppression army turned red. A bright future and wealth were right in front of them, and they all went mad.

Zuo Tang turned his head and was stunned: "Holy crap!!!"

Yuan He, seeing the suddenly appearing army, panicked: "Brothers, it's a trap! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

Zuo Tang and the other leaders cursed the government troops for their lack of martial ethics.

Withdraw? Can we even withdraw?

This is not a battlefield for ordinary people.

In a battle between cultivators, once they come into view, it's practically face to face.

Jin Wei's assault team arrived in an instant and engaged in fierce combat with Yuan He and his leaders. Then, Xiao Hongyun's hundred-man legion surrounded Yuan He and his men.

For a moment, the shouts of killing were loud.

The thousand-strong bandit army deployed around the area, upon hearing the shouts of battle, had already begun to call for reinforcements, but it was too late. Even if they rushed to Luofeng Slope immediately, it would take at least half an incense stick's time.

Half an incense stick's time has passed, and damn it, the daylily is already cold.

Inside the mine, Sima Yan sneaked in, intending to assassinate Qiu Qianchi directly, thus stopping Yuan He's negotiation process and even completely nullifying the negotiations.

but……

"Where is he?" Sima Yan scratched his head, somewhat annoyed.

If there are only miners in the mine, where did the rest of the people go?

"Oh no, the chief is in danger!" Sima Yan was quick-witted. He turned his head to look at the signal arrow that was exploding in the sky in the direction of Luofeng Slope. His expression changed immediately, and he turned around and rushed towards Luofeng Slope.

By the time he arrived, the situation was already settled, and all the bandit leaders had been executed.

Jin Wei looked at the bandit army rushing in from all directions, raised a string of bandit leaders' heads and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, you bandits, why don't you surrender quickly? Your leaders have all been captured and killed by our army!"

Upon seeing that their leader was gone, the bandits screamed in terror, scattered, and fled.

Sima Yan slapped his forehead: "Sigh, Boss Yuan, I told you not to negotiate. Now look what happened, you've got your head chopped off. Oh well, let's go back to Zhuxian Village and gather the remnants. I wonder how many people are left."

Inside the Zhuxian Village at Huwei Ridge, Sima Yan looked at the remnants of his army and counted their numbers. It was alright; although the leaders had all been wiped out in this wave, the situation was still manageable, with eight hundred men remaining from the thousand-strong army.

If the leader is gone, Sima Yan can just support a few more to rise to power.

At least they preserved most of their strength.

"Strategist, now that our leaders have all been killed by the Sword Tower's government troops, what are we going to do?" The bandits, leaderless, could only look to the strategist for advice.

Sima Yan smiled confidently: "It's alright. With me here, Zhuxian Village won't collapse. I underestimated Qiu Qianchi before. I didn't expect him to know how to use stratagems."

"Unfortunately, I still laugh at Qiu Qianchi for being cunning but lacking in wisdom."

“If it were me, I would definitely press my advantage and wipe you all out. But after Qiu Qianchi killed Yuan He and the others, he actually let you escape back to Zhuxian Village. Isn’t that just plain stupid?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a bandit shouted in terror and ran into the cave: "It's bad, strategist! The great demon mountain lord is here!"

Sima Yan was suddenly startled: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"This place is so secluded that no one can reach the entrance of Zhuxian Village without a guide. How could the Great Demon Mountain Lord have invaded this place? Tell me, are you a spy who deliberately came to disrupt the morale of the army?"

Upon hearing this, the thief chuckled and said, "Alright, I'll stop pretending. I'm a spy. Farewell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the scout formed a hand seal and disappeared underground.

The next second, a tiger's roar rang out: "Roar!!!"

Those inside the cave were terrified by the tiger's roar, their livers and gallbladders ruptured, blood flowed from their seven orifices, and some even died from ruptured hearts. Ninety percent of the eight hundred bandits were killed by the tiger's roar, and the rest lay on the ground, barely clinging to life.

If we were outside, it wouldn't be so terrifying, but the key is that inside the cave, the sound of tiger roars echoes back and forth.

You can withstand it once, but not twice, three times, or four times.

In the blink of an eye, only Sima Yan remained dead.

Sima Yan's internal organs were completely shattered by the shock, and he slowly knelt on the ground, clutching his chest.

In an instant, he understood everything, but it was too late.

Sima Yan coughed up black blood and chuckled dryly, "Hehehe... What a clever Qiu Qianchi, what a brilliant scheme! So the final blow was waiting for me here. I was careless."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sima Yan's expression slowly stiffened.

They had already used magic to abandon this physical body.

This is the mighty demon mountain lord, whose roar alone could kill eight hundred cultivators.

Even a high-level cultivator like Sima Yan, who was above the Devouring Fiend Realm, could not escape the fate of having his physical body suppressed and killed.

"Great Demon" is a derogatory term used by human cultivators.

In reality, the mountain god is a deity, the mountain god of the 800-li Tiger Might Ridge.

The mountain god attained his divine status by properly absorbing the incense offerings of mortals.

However, his mind has been corrupted by the incense smoke, and he has now become a mad god.

Seven assassins sent by Zhou Qingfeng ventured deep into Tiger Might Ridge to offer sacrifices to the mountain deity using the blood of four kinds of livestock: cattle, sheep, dogs, and chickens, in an ancient blood sacrifice ritual.

The mountain king came attracted by the scent, and then they took turns leading the mountain king to this place.

"Blood sacrifice, so much blood sacrifice! I am very satisfied with this blood sacrifice!" The mountain lord's golden eyes were filled with madness and a thirst for blood sacrifice. He opened his mouth wide, and a whirlwind sucked eight hundred cultivators in the cave into his mouth.

Then he turned around and leaped a hundred feet, disappearing into the mountains and fields in a few bounds.

Inside the mine shafts of the 190-mile-long mine, Zhou Qingfeng got lost, but he wasn't panicked. Getting out wouldn't be difficult. He was just wondering where the auspicious signs would come to pass and where that great opportunity was.

Zhou Qingfeng used magic to summon a palm-sized Fighting Heart Ape, which he then used to unleash its fury and illuminate the surrounding darkness, continuing deeper into the mine tunnel.

A barely perceptible dripping sound suddenly came from the silent mine tunnel.

"Hmm? Is that the sound of dripping water?" Zhou Qingfeng paused, listening carefully again.