From now on, he, Wang Meng, will no longer be an unknown figure hiding in the shadows!

"Haha..."

With a few wild laughs, he didn’t even glance at the gold bricks on the ground as his figure flickered continuously.

However, he hadn’t gone far when he heard some angry curses.

"It’s fake! The Yan Hanling is fake!"

...

After Chu Ming surrounded the Black Wind Stronghold with a great fire, he used the [Sword Gourd Spirit] to hide in the dark and continuously assassinate the bandits in the stronghold.

Among more than a thousand bandits, about thirty percent were martial artists who had condensed their Qi and Blood. These were Chu Ming’s primary targets for assassination.

"Damn it, how did this happen, why is the fire getting bigger?"

"Are you all useless? You can’t even put out this little fire!"

"Get out of my way, I’ll do it myself."

A martial artist who has cultivated Qi and Blood Power is at least a small leader in the stronghold.

As the fire continued unabated, these small leaders all tumbled out of their women’s quarters, cursing and trying to extinguish the fire.

"Big brother, the brothers have been putting out the fire, but the fire seems to be deliberately set..." The underlings crowded around on both sides.

"Nonsense, who dares to set fire in my Black Wind Stronghold! Are they tired of living?"

A leader slapped out, as if to send the speaker flying.

However, halfway through, his palm suddenly froze in mid-air, motionless.

"Boss?"

Someone looked toward the leader.

"Boss!"

Only to see the leader’s eyes lose focus, and bright red liquid flowed from his seven orifices.

Without applying force, the leader’s corpse toppled into the flames.

"Dead! The boss is dead..."

Thud thud thud!

The leader died, and the small fry didn’t live long afterward.

With Chu Ming’s current means, even standing in front of this group of martial artists at the early or middle stages of the Blood Circulation Realm, they wouldn’t be able to discover him.

Dozens of bandits were almost wiped out in the span of a few breaths.

Once this area was cleared, he moved to another location to continue.

No one knew how many bandits had been killed, and in addition to the pervasive flames, the air in the Black Wind Stronghold was filled with the stench of blood.

"Bad, someone is attacking the stronghold!"

Finally, as Chu Ming was assassinating several Blood Circulation Realm bandits, he came face to face with two more powerful martial artists.

Two Strong Bone Realm bandits.

"Die!"

The two Strong Bone Realm bandits didn’t waste any words, grabbing their weapons and charging.

The outcome was predictable; they couldn’t escape being instantly killed.

However, their deaths were not without purpose.

Chu Ming was exposed.

The bandits in this area scattered like startled birds and beasts.

"Someone’s attacking the stronghold! Someone’s attacking the stronghold!"

The cries rapidly spread through the Black Wind Stronghold.

Dong dong dong—

The big bell was struck.

"The alarm rings three times, someone is attacking the stronghold!"

The second and third chiefs of Black Wind Stronghold were gathered together discussing how to deal with Wang Meng, and when they heard the alarm bell, they immediately rushed out.

Only to see a Strong Bone Realm leader running over in a panic.

"Second Chief, Third Chief, it’s not good, someone’s attacking the stronghold."

"How many people, and where have they reached?" Third Chief asked sharply.

"It seems... it seems to be one person..." The leader, suddenly feeling a bit strange under questioning, replied.

"One person? Are you sure you saw it clearly?" Second Chief asked.

"I saw it very clearly; that person was wearing all black with a black cloth over their face."

Black clothes, masked?

Second Chief and Third Chief’s expressions changed.

The county city troops would never wear such attire.

Could it be someone who learned of their great chief’s death and came to gain some benefits?

"What is that person’s approximate strength?" Third Chief asked again.

"..." The leader looked at the two chiefs, his expression changing constantly: "I would guess, not stronger than the two chiefs, or else I wouldn’t be alive to report..."

He wouldn’t dare to boast about others’ prowess in front of the two chiefs.

The scarred face of Second Chief flashed a ferocious smile: "Old Three, you go invite Big Brother Wang Meng, and I’ll go meet that person."

Only daring to bully them after their elder brother’s death, indicating this person isn’t too strong.

Third Chief paused for a moment, then said solemnly: "I’ll go now."

After speaking, the two split their efforts, the Second Chief taking his weapon and killing his way out, while the Third Chief turned and went in another direction.

...

In a courtyard in the southeast of the stronghold.

Chu Ming walked leisurely, easily slaughtering dozens of Blood Circulation Realm bandits and over fifty ordinary mountain bandits, leaving no one daring to approach.

Hundreds of mountain bandits waited, seemingly waiting for something.

Suddenly, at the rear of the crowd, there was movement, and two rather burly figures stepped out.

"It’s the Fourth Chief and Fifth Chief."

The Black Wind Stronghold actually had seven chiefs, the first three being of a more exalted status.

"The Fifth Chief is a mid-stage Strong Bone Realm expert with hardened bones, and the Fourth Chief has already started tempering his neck bones; that person is dead."

The gathered mountain bandits, seeing the appearance of the two chiefs, seemed to have a bloodthirsty excitement, as if they already saw the black-clad person get crushed by the two chiefs.

"Old Five, let’s go together!"

"No need, Fourth Brother, warm my wine; within ten moves, I will bring his head back to toast with."

With that, the Fifth Master charged forward with his weapon.

"Fifth Master is mighty!"

"Kill him!"

Chu Ming stood in place, indifferently watching the burly and fierce man before him, the cries of the mountain bandits ringing in his ears.

The Fifth Master listened to the cheers, arrogantly pointing his weapon and looked down at him.

"I, Black Bear, do not slaughter nameless people, state your name."

"I am Nameless." Chu Ming’s voice was ice-cold.

"Courting death!"

The Fifth Master immediately widened his eyes, swinging his weapon to chop him.

Truly worthy of being a Strong Bone Realm martial artist who has tempered his bone structure, his strength was incredibly formidable.

The long axes in his hands danced impenetrably.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Fifth Master is mighty!"

The cheers intensified because, in the eyes of these mountain bandits, Chu Ming could only dodge.

But...

After the Fifth Master swung a dozen times, his appearance of struggling became more evident.

"Stop dodging if you have the guts!" The Fifth Master knew that this could not go on, so he shouted provocatively.

"Alright."

Chu Ming no longer dodged but stood there like an ordinary person.

"Haha, die!"

The Fifth Master thought his chance had come, and his arm muscles suddenly swelled as he brought his axes down from above.

Clang—

The sound of gold and iron exploded, sparks flying in the air.

Chu Ming raised his hands, which turned crimson as if wearing gloves gifted by his master, the Red Qilin Gloves.

Though he could have easily smashed the so-called Fifth Master.

But if he displayed too much prowess, it would scare these bandits away for sure.

With hundreds or thousands of bandits fleeing all at once, he wouldn’t be able to kill them all.

Especially those martial artists condensing Qi Blood, he would spare none.

After thinking it over, Chu Ming decided to confuse this group of bandits by delivering a perilous victory.

This was his first time using the Red Qilin Gloves.

The Red Qilin Gloves are hugely powerful, and the defensive power on both hands was equally exceptional.

With just a slight effort, Chu Ming held the pair of axes firmly.

"Fifth Master, kill him!" The surrounding bandits continued cheering and shouting.

Sweat rolled down the Fifth Master’s forehead.

Didn’t he want to chop?

He honestly couldn’t move!

Originally thinking the black-clad person was adept at body technique; who would have thought he also had a pair of crimson gloves?

In the Fifth Master’s view, it was precisely the red gloves that allowed the black-clad man to catch his axes.

"If you have the guts, don’t use weapons!" The Fifth Master provoked again.

"Alright."

Remarkably, Chu Ming did release the axes.

The Fifth Master’s eyes flickered, glaring at Chu Ming as if he were a fool.

In a life-and-death fight, whoever doesn’t use a weapon is a fool!