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Suddenly, a voice came from outside the cave, causing everyone inside to change their expressions drastically. In an instant, they all jumped up and stood ready, facing the cave entrance.
"Who is it?" Duanmu Xue shouted softly.
"You few juniors were sneaking around eavesdropping not long ago in the valley. Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" the voice said again.
They had been discovered, and the expressions of the group turned grim. Without a doubt, it was the Middle-aged Man outside; he had realized they were there and had followed them all the way.
Thinking back to their earlier conversation, which he must have overheard, they felt even more regretful. They had been careless and underestimated the strength of a Bone Refinement Realm expert.
They didn't know how many people were outside. Should they rush out or stay hidden? For a moment, everyone inside fell silent, hesitating.
The Middle-aged Man seemed to have guessed their thoughts: "You can rest assured that there is only me outside. Besides, even if you hide in there, how long can you stay hidden?"
Duanmu Xue thought about it and realized that hiding here was no different from being trapped. Moreover, she, the Violent Queen, had never been one to cower. Rather than being stuck here, it would be better to go out and fight!
With that, she thrust her spear forward, pushing the fire pit out of the cave. Then she followed closely behind the fire as she rushed out!
"Alright, let me meet you!"
Whoosh!
Once outside, the fire pit fell over, scattering wood and igniting some dry twigs and leaves nearby. The flickering flames illuminated the area brightly. Duanmu Xue stood firm with her spear, and soon Zhao Xingjian and the others rushed out as well, discovering that indeed only the Middle-aged Man was present.
Only Lufan remained at the cave entrance without coming out.
At this moment, his knife was already strapped to his waist. He stood calmly with his arms crossed, watching them. When he saw Duanmu Xue's actions, his eyes lit up with admiration as he said, "This little girl is quite impressive; she has some cleverness."
"You don't need to praise me. Just tell me your intentions—what do you want?" Duanmu Xue retorted sharply. She had nothing to say to a Robber and directly questioned him.
The Middle-aged Man did not get angry; instead, he looked at Duanmu Xue with even more appreciation in his eyes: "This little girl reminds me of my daughter from back in the day; what a pity."
"Bah, who do you think you are? With a daughter like that, she can't be anything good. How could someone like you, a dignified Fourth Rank expert, fall to the level of a ruthless bandit? This is truly a disgrace."
Duanmu Xue's face turned pale with anger. The middle-aged man's gaze infuriated her; if it weren't for his strength, she would have stabbed him long ago.
Hearing her words, the middle-aged man revealed a hint of sorrow. "You're right; she's not worth much now. You've seen my daughter—she's the woman from earlier. As for my name, I am Wang Hu, but others call me the Black-hearted Tiger."
Except for Lufan, the others were taken aback. The Black-hearted Tiger was one of the most ruthless bandits in recent years, known for never leaving survivors among his subordinates.
Aside from being shocked by his name, they were also stunned by what he had just said—who would have thought that the crazy woman they encountered earlier was his daughter?
Duanmu Xue was even angrier at being compared to such a madwoman. She sneered mockingly, "Indeed, she's not worth much. I remember her cursing you as a useless coward. How can you endure that? Bandits are truly a bunch of unreasonable lunatics!"
The middle-aged man seemed to recall something and fell silent for a moment before sighing. "I failed her as a father. But this has nothing to do with you. Enough small talk; hand over what you have."
Upon hearing him finally state his purpose, Duanmu Xue and the others felt a tightness in their hearts—they had indeed been overheard.
"What do you want us to hand over?" Duanmu Xue pretended not to understand.
"There's no need to act dumb. I've been following you since you left. What do I want? Obviously, it's those herbs and the White Jade Mushroom you mentioned."
They were shocked; they hadn't realized that the middle-aged man had been tailing them all along. His control over his aura was so refined that he was no ordinary Bone Refinement expert but rather at the peak of Fourth Rank, close to breaking through to the Fifth Rank Muscle Refinement stage.
"If you want the herbs, come and take them yourself!" Duanmu Xue would never easily hand over the herbs.
The middle-aged man sighed again. "Are you really not going to reconsider? I'm in a good mood today and don't feel like killing anyone. If you hand over the herbs, I can spare your lives. You're still young; why risk your lives over this?"
Duanmu Xue and the others remained unmoved. Most martial artists had strong wills and were not easily intimidated, especially these young individuals filled with vigor and courage—fearless like calves facing tigers. They were ready to challenge anything; even if he was a peak Bone Refinement expert, he would have to fight for those herbs.
Moreover, this man was known as the Black-hearted Tiger; who would believe his words? Everything would be settled after a fight; even if they died in battle, they would take a piece of him with them!
With this mindset facing the middle-aged man, they showed no fear in their eyes.
If the middle-aged man was an adult black tiger, ruthless and fierce, then they were a pack of young wolves—resilient and combative!
Seeing their expressions, the middle-aged man knew that further words would be futile. He sighed again, and then his gaze became sharp as he grasped the hilt of his knife. "Since you are so stubborn, I have no choice but to take action. My knife technique carries a heavy killing intent; if I accidentally slay you, don't regret it."
"Stop talking nonsense, come on! Let us see just how powerful a Fourth Rank peak Martial Cultivator really is!" Duanmu Xue shouted in a low voice while gripping her spear.
At the same time, her blood surged, and the Primordial Energy within her stirred continuously, operating in a mysterious manner. Her aura suddenly doubled in intensity. Facing an unprecedentedly powerful enemy, she began to use her final trump card.
"So it's a Secret Technique. Not bad, no wonder you're so confident. But it's still not enough; the gap in realms cannot be erased by just one Secret Technique," the middle-aged man said, his eyes lighting up with surprise.
"As long as I can beat you into a dog!" Duanmu Xue whispered. The use of the Secret Technique consumed too much energy; she couldn't hold on for long and needed to end this quickly!
Zhao Xingjian drew his broad sword, Yan Shi raised his shield, and Milan Miko nocked an arrow, aiming at the opponent. Everyone was already on high alert!
"Good! You've got guts; then be careful!"
Boom!
The middle-aged man shouted loudly and suddenly stomped his foot. The ground shook, and a pit appeared beneath him. Flames flickered wildly around him, and amidst the dancing firelight, a cold glint flashed as his knife was drawn. In an instant, he appeared before Duanmu Xue and slashed down!
The blade's light was like snow, its momentum like thunder, swift as lightning; this strike was called Thunder Blade!
In that moment, the battle was about to erupt!
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