“Haha, many people have called me ‘reckless’ before, but too bad for them – do you know what happened to them? None of them survived. The Three Bandit Kings of Qingming Ancient Land, the Sha Jie Gang from Loulan’s Demon Sea—all those famous bandit overlords respectfully address me as ‘Xuan Shao’ when they see me. In my eyes, you so-called Fifteen Desert Bandits are just playing house with children; you’re simply not formidable,” the young man said with a sneer.
“What Three Bandit Kings? What Sha Jie Gang? Boy, you’d better behave yourself. Don’t think we won’t kill you just because you’ve got soft, fair skin,” Sand Bandit Tian roared, his twin broadaxes clanking noisily.
The more they looked at this arrogant youth, the more infuriated they became. It was bad enough that he was handsome and charming, but now he was insulting them directly. Though their fourth brother was a dwarf, they wouldn’t tolerate any humiliation toward him.
Chen Xuan shook his head regretfully at the Fifteen Desert Bandits. “Well, I suppose talking about such big names with you lot is pointless. These are top-tier figures—people you so-called Fifteen Desert Bandits would call ‘ancestors’ if you ever met them. But no matter how you look at it, you’re still just insignificant bandits.”
“You damn brat! With merely the late-stage Divine Entry cultivation, how dare you speak so arrogantly! Take this axe from me!” Sand Bandit Tian was furious. This little punk was simply too reckless, not even showing the slightest respect for the Fifteen Desert Bandits, let alone speaking so disrespectfully.
Sand Dulong furrowed his brows. This kid was indeed too arrogant. His aura clearly indicated he was only at the late Divine Entry level, yet he dared to act so brazenly—it was practically asking for death.
What unsettled Sand Dulong somewhat, however, was how composed the youth remained. Even if his cultivation was decent, surely he could tell that their combined strength was far superior?
“Earth-Shattering Axe!” Sand Bandit Tian roared. His twin axes flared with brilliant light, a sign of his true energy being pushed to the limit. With a single slash through the air, he aimed straight for Chen Xuan’s head.
Chen Xuan watched the fierce strike approach, but he did not seem the least bit concerned.
“Ahh, insects will always remain insects,” Chen Xuan said calmly, smiling slightly as he slowly extended two fingers.
“Boom!”
“How is this possible…?”
Sand Bandit Tian couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched this guy actually catch his fierce axe strike between just two fingers.
“Still low-level, still low-level. To think such a move could actually surprise you—haha,” Chen Xuan chuckled lightly. With a flick of his wrist, an unstoppable force erupted from his two fingers.
“Crack!”
The twin axes shattered instantly, and the force traveled from the broken weapons into Sand Bandit Tian’s hands, causing a tremendous explosion.
“Bang!”
“Third Brother!”
“Third Young Master!”
The Fifteen Desert Bandits stared in shock at the scene before them.
Sand Bandit Tian lay on the ground, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his hands reduced to a bloody, mangled mess.
“Damn you! I’ll kill you for this!” Sand Mexiong roared in rage, his small frame lunging forward, only to be held back by Sand Dulong.
“Don’t be impulsive,” Sand Dulong realized at that moment—the person before them was clearly a true expert.
The people from the caravan also gasped in astonishment at the scene unfolding before them.
Chen Xuan, hearing the astonished murmurs directed at him, allowed a slight smile to form in his heart.
He quite enjoyed this feeling.
Being the center of attention.
Playing the weak to defeat the strong.
It seemed his decision to suppress his cultivation to the late Divine Entry level had been a wise one.
Revealing just a bit of strength before these insects was enough to shock them—how delightfully effortless.
Inside the carriage, Han Mei watched the scene unfold, her expression turning strange. She hadn’t expected this young man to be so powerful.
Previously, she had considered the late Divine Entry level to be quite impressive, but the strength he had just displayed was clearly far beyond that.
“Hehe, so you must be the leader then. Though you’re quite weak, you’re not entirely useless. How about you all become my servants? It would be a rare opportunity in your lives—don’t miss it,” Chen Xuan stood calmly, exuding a faint aura of kingship that made others dare not even look him in the eye.
“Quickly kill them; we still have a journey to complete,” Han Mei, inside the carriage, said impatiently. If this person could suppress them all with a single move, why bother wasting time talking?
“Silence, woman. Watch, but do not speak,” Chen Xuan turned his head, his sharp gaze locking onto Han Mei.
Han Mei’s face flushed with anger, but deep inside, she trembled at the sheer dominance in his eyes.
A chill ran through her heart. This man…
Chen Xuan, elegant and refined, stood with one hand behind his back, a faint smile on his lips, as though he already controlled everything.
After a hundred years of seclusion, stepping back into the world was precisely to stir up the winds and clouds.
And for Chen Xuan, a figure destined to dominate the world, how could he not have a few servants? Though these bandits were small fry, their cultivation levels were still decent among such insects—enough to qualify them as his servants.
The caravan members were furious at this person for speaking to their young mistress in such a manner, but they were also deeply shaken by his terrifying display of power.
“So, what’s your decision?” Chen Xuan asked the remaining fourteen desert bandits calmly.
Sand Dulong eyed the figure before him warily. His aura clearly indicated only late Divine Entry cultivation, yet he had hidden his true strength. At this moment, Sand Dulong felt a sense of impending danger.
“Hehe, your cultivation is decent, but your techniques are inferior. If you become my servants, I happen to have a top-tier Heaven-level cultivation technique called the ‘Annihilation Sutra.’ How does that sound?” Chen Xuan said with a slight smile.
“Big Brother, what should we do?” Sand Mexiong whispered.
This guy was simply too arrogant in their eyes—utterly detestable.
Especially that all-knowing expression of his—it infuriated them.
“Later, I’ll distract him. You all retreat first,” Sand Dulong whispered back.
“No way, Big Brother! We fight together!”
…
“Apologies, Xuan Shao. We’re used to being free. If you let us go, I, Sand Dulong, will owe you a favor in the future,” Sand Dulong said.
At that moment, Chen Xuan’s expression darkened slightly, his tone turning icy. He coldly laughed, “A favor from an insect like you isn’t worth a penny to me. You refuse the face I’ve given you—very well, today none of you will leave here alive.”
Chen Xuan had momentarily felt generous, offering them the chance to become his servants. But now, seeing their ingratitude and the way they had insulted him, he decided they were truly deserving of death.
Sand Dulong’s face changed drastically. “We scatter and run!”
“You won’t escape,” Chen Xuan coldly snorted, his killing intent flashing.
Sand Dulong and the others were now mentally cursing furiously. It seemed today would be their downfall—what a damn trap!
“Aiyah… How can you bandits still be so incompetent? It’s been so long, yet you’ve made no progress at all!”
At that moment, a voice echoed from the void.
Upon hearing the voice, Sand Dulong and the others felt a flicker of familiarity. When they looked up, their faces lit up with excitement.
“Boss…”
Chen Xuan, on the other hand, looked toward the void with an amused expression, a slight smile curling his lips. It seemed another fool had arrived.
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