This immortal was clearly ordinary, yet he was unusually confident.

"Brother Wang, is something wrong?"

"Yeah, Lao Wang, isn't this place exactly the same as the last time we came? There's not even a bird in this lousy place!"

"I just feel like maybe I'm mistaken."

The mountain god temple was small, and its two large doors were full of holes, but fortunately the weather was warm at this time of year, so there was no need to worry about the cold wind.

The walls are made of stone and are quite sturdy, so there is not much damage. However, many roof tiles are missing, which would be a problem if it rains.

These traveling merchants had seen a lot of the world, and some of them were quite daring. A few of them glanced at Old Wang with a hint of mockery and walked straight past him into the temple.

Old Wang looked helplessly at Zhou Quan and the others, and had no choice but to follow them inside.

The temple was covered in cobwebs and dust, clearly indicating that it had been uninhabited for a long time; even the statue of the mountain god was broken and incomplete.

"Huh, there are candles here?"

"What's so strange about having candles in a temple? Enough nonsense, let's see if you can even light them."

The first person took out a tinderbox, slowly brought it to the candle that was only a third of its original size, and unexpectedly lit it. He then lit another candle in the same way, and the room gradually became brighter.

"This... there's even incense here?"

"Hey Zhang Fugui, are you out of your mind? What's the big deal about a few sticks of incense in the temple?"

A burly middle-aged man put down his basket and shouted impatiently.

"But...but I didn't light any incense, it...it was burning..." Zhang Fugui looked around and stammered.

Everyone looked at the incense table and saw several sticks of incense sticks sticking out crookedly in the incense burner, the longest of which was burning quietly...

"Brother Zhang, are you sure you're not mistaken? There's no one else here. If you didn't order it, who did?"

After putting down his basket, Zhou Quan plopped down on the ground; he was indeed exhausted from the journey.

"Everyone's tired, let's rest here for the night and set off tomorrow morning. Mengzi and Qiangzi, you two go and gather some firewood."

After entering the house, Old Wang carefully looked around and found nothing unusual, so he was temporarily relieved, realizing that he had been too suspicious.

Old Wang was the oldest and most experienced among the group. Although there was no hierarchical relationship between them, they all implicitly regarded him as their leader.

Upon hearing Old Wang's words, the burly man and the short, stout young man stood up, exchanged a glance, and were about to leave.

"Too late...cough!"

"who?"

"You're playing tricks! Get your ass out here!"

Everyone was startled and quickly grabbed the weapons at hand, then stood back to back, looking around in a defensive posture.

Traveling merchants occasionally encounter bandits and have fought with them, so they react relatively quickly.

Accompanied by a cough, a figure dressed in tattered clothes and covered in blood emerged from behind the mountain god statue, leaning on a sword.

He was severely injured and walked with a limp, as if he would collapse at any moment, but his eyes were firm, revealing an unspeakable determination.

After seeing his face clearly, Old Wang's expression immediately turned ugly:

"Go back!"

Although the group didn't understand why, they still followed the instructions and stepped back a short distance.

"You...you are Wu Dang? The Sword Demon Wu Dang?"

The man leaning on his sword was slightly surprised, then gave a self-deprecating laugh:

"I never expected that someone would recognize Mr. Wu in a place like this."

"Sword Demon? What the hell?"

"Old Wang, who exactly is this person? Do you know him?"

Ignoring everyone's questions, Old Wang continued to look at Wu Dang with a wary expression:

“We have no grudge against you, we were just passing by, and besides, you are currently seriously injured…”

Wu Dang curled his lip in disdain: "What's this little injury!"

Old Wang gritted his teeth: "It seems you're not planning to let us go?"

Wu Dang rolled his eyes at everyone: "When did I say I was going to make things difficult for you guys?"

These words startled Zhou Quan and the others, but Old Wang seemed to have heard a joke, laughing until tears streamed down his face:

"A year ago, more than 120 members of the Wu family in Yongning City were slaughtered overnight. No one, regardless of age, gender, or age, was spared."

--When the authorities arrived, there was not a single intact body at the scene, including your parents, wife and children!

--After that, under the government's warrant for your arrest, you committed bloody crimes in several other cities, and the methods were extremely cruel.

"You can be so cruel to your own blood relatives, and now you say you'll let us go? Hah..."

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but shudder. How could someone be so heartless as to commit such a heinous act?

"You're talking nonsense! They're not my family, they're demons!" Wu Dang roared, as if someone had hit a sore spot.

Old Wang, sensing that his group was likely doomed, boldly retorted:

"Yes! Every time you commit a murder, you say that the victim was possessed by a demon. In my opinion, you are the one who is possessed by a demon. No, you are the demon. Your heart is more vicious than that of a demon!"

"Old Wang is right, people like that deserve to be torn to pieces!"

"Pah! You're worse than pigs and dogs!"

"He wants to kill us? Let's fight him!"

"..."

Ignoring the insults from the crowd, Wu Dang drew his longsword in an instant and thrust it out.

"Ding!"

The sound of metal clashing against metal rang out immediately, and then Wu Dang, leaning on his sword, kept retreating, leaving a long sword mark on the ground.

Old Wang then realized that Wu Dang's sword had not hit him; it had somehow missed by two inches.

"Pah, pah, pah!"

Amidst a burst of applause, a figure suddenly appeared inside the temple.

The newcomer was shrouded in a black robe, obscuring his face, but the chilling aura emanating from him made everyone feel uneasy.

"You still defend yourself even after these people say such things about you; that's truly admirable!"

The man in black robes exclaimed in praise, his voice grating, like the sound of two pieces of iron rubbing together.

"Let these idiots say whatever they want, I don't care! Qin Ming, I only regret that I can't kill you, you beast, with my own hands!" Wu Dang said through gritted teeth.

"Tsk tsk, I love seeing you like this. Aren't you exceptionally talented? Haven't you always looked down on me?"

--Look at yourself now, your family is destroyed, you are homeless, and you killed the woman you loved with your own hands. You must be feeling terrible.

"Oh, and your daughter, I think she's only five, very cute. When she grows up, she should be as beautiful as her mother, but you..."

"Stop talking! Stop talking!" Wu Dang rushed forward like a madman.

The black-robed man, Qin Ming, simply waved his hand, and Wu Dang flew out, continuing:

"Yes, yes, that's it! That's exactly the sword strike! It's amazing! You cleaved her in two with a single strike!"

Wu Dang charged at Qin Ming again without regard for anything else, and unsurprisingly, he was sent flying backward once more. He struggled to his feet, but could no longer hold back and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The traveling merchants felt a chill run down their spines upon hearing Qin Ming's account, and they also vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

Just then, Zhang Fugui suddenly roared, and Lao Wang and the others turned around to see a monster covered in black hair standing in front of them...