The King of the Northern Machete stared at his massive blade, which still trembled even though several seconds had passed since the last clash. His confidence slowly withered when he saw that his opponent’s weapon hadn’t been affected in the slightest, even though the strike he had unleashed was immensely powerful.“Damn it! There’s no way this heirloom machete, a gift from my master, could be weaker than that young man’s sword,” he cursed inwardly.The tall, broad-shouldered man with a fierce, bearded face assumed that the internal energy he had channeled earlier wasn’t enough. So he began to flow more energy into the weapon once the vibration in his hand subsided.“Why did you suddenly stop fighting? Have you lost faith in that heirloom machete you were boasting about?” mocked Xiao Chen, sending a taunting air kiss that nearly made the King of the Northern Machete vomit.“You brat! Don’t get cocky yet! That was only a warm-up, so your

The considerable distance made it impossible for the four of them to know what was happening or what was being discussed."Isn’t that the old man from earlier?" asked Sekar. Even though his back was facing them, the beautiful young woman could still recognize him from his ragged clothes and the jug placed under a large tree."That’s right, but let’s just wait and see what happens," replied Xiao Chen, his eyes fixed on the four men standing face-to-face."At last, we’ve found you after searching for so long. It’s time for us to take your life, Mad Drunkard!" shouted the long-haired white-haired man."You people really can’t understand words spoken kindly. I’ve told you before, it wasn’t me who killed your brother. Someone else framed me," said the old man, known as the Mad Drunkard."I don’t believe your excuses, old fool. You’ve always claimed you were framed, yet all the evidence points to you. Today is a fortunate day—we finally meet, and we will avenge our brother’s death!" replied

Xiao Chen vs Lu EngLu Eng narrowed his eyes at the black-bladed sword that Xiao Chen had drawn. He felt the energy radiating from the weapon was no different from that of the black arts warriors. Moreover, he could clearly see the dark aura seeping from the blade.“Could he also be a practitioner of the black arts? But why would he help the Mad Drunkard?” he wondered silently.“Do you want to fight or keep staring?” Xiao Chen mocked Lu Eng, who was still fixated on the sword.Lu Eng stammered slightly but quickly regained his composure. “Before we fight, tell me first—are you from the black path or the white?”“What’s the point of me answering such a foolish question?” Xiao Chen sneered.“Because I’m certain your sword comes from the black path!” Lu Eng retorted angrily.“Black or white doesn’t depend on weapons or martial skills—it depends on how we act! Enough talk, let’s fight!” Xiao Chen glanced toward Sekar, who was about fifteen meters away, facing Zao Ji.“Damn you! I try to s

Zao Ji grinned and licked his lips from end to end. To him, that beautiful face and alluring body would be such a waste if she were killed.But before his lips could voice his desires, Xiao Chen was already standing behind him.“It seems you need a worthy opponent, old man!”Zao Ji frowned and immediately turned around. He saw the young man who had been fighting Lu Eng now standing about five meters behind him. What shocked him even more was that he no longer saw the presence of his own brother.“Are you looking for your friend who was fighting me just now?” Xiao Chen smiled faintly, noticing the wrinkles deepening on Zao Ji’s forehead.Zao Ji squinted his eyes and saw a body lying in the distance. His emotions flared the moment he realized the headless corpse belonged to Lu Eng.“You damned brat! You killed my own brother! You’ll pay for this with your life!”“Hehehe… don’t bother threatening me, old man. I’ve been threatened countless times before, and those who dared threaten me al

Xiao Chen and Sekar both stared at Yu Long’s face, his forehead deeply lined with wrinkles. The old man’s unfinished words sparked questions in their minds.“What do you mean by that, Grandpa?” Xiao Chen asked curiously.“Hong Li is the only hermit on Mount Huashan. There’s a big chance that Sekar’s grandfather is the one you’re looking for,” Yu Long replied.“Really?” Xiao Chen’s brows furrowed in surprise.“Ask Sekar if you don’t believe me.” Yu Long smiled meaningfully.“Is that true?” Xiao Chen asked, turning his gaze to Sekar.The beautiful young woman nodded. “It’s true what Grandpa Yu Long said, Xiao Chen. My grandfather is indeed the only hermit on Mount Huashan,” she answered.Xiao Chen exhaled in relief. That meant he wouldn’t have to search everywhere for the old hermit his mother had spoken of. For now, what mattered most was defeating the bandit gang hiding in the Laoshan forest.“Earlier you said you would take us to the Laoshan forest. Should we leave right now?” Xiao C