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nChapter 25, Massacre!

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nThe worse was Xiao Hua’s father who was in the middle of the crowd.

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nHe Chuan knew this man.

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nHe was a simple and kind-hearted honest man.

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nUsually, he would smile at anyone he saw.

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nBut now, he was held up by the bandits and forcefully assaulted his dead daughter.

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nThe bandits still looked very excited.

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nFrom time to time, they would ask him if he was comfortable and if it was fun to play with his daughter’s body?

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nHe Chuan couldn’t hold it in any longer.

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nHe didn’t say anything.

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nHe rushed into the crowd with his Buddhist monk knife in hand.

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nHis powerful inner qi was attached to the blade.

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nEven if it was just a casual swing, he could condense a sharp saber qi and sweep them all out.

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nThe bandits died upon contact.

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nThey didn’t even notice it.

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nSuddenly, they found that their line of sight was slowly moving forward, and they suddenly fell to the ground.

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nThey tried to look back, only to find that they had been cut in half, and their internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

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nWhat was even more ridiculous was that their two legs were still standing in the same place.

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nFor a moment, miserable cries rose and fell.

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nThe bandits stopped their evil deeds one after another and looked in their direction at the same time.

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nThey saw a ten-year-old child stepping on the minced flesh of their companion as he slowly walked forward.

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nHe was holding a sharp knife tightly in his hand and was covered in blood. He looked like a demon from the netherworld.

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nWhen everyone saw this scene, they were first shocked and then confused.

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nThey were shocked that their companion had suddenly died?

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nThey were confused where did this child come from?

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nCould it be that he killed them?

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nThat was impossible. How could this kid have such great abilities?

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nThe bandit leader also noticed this strange situation.

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nHe frowned and stood up from his seat, he shouted, “Who are you?”

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n“I’m the one who killed you.”

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nHe Chuan replied calmly.

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nHe waved his hand again, and the sword qi spread across more than ten meters.

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nThis time, many people were already on alert, so they retreated a lot in advance.

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nHowever, there were still a few unlucky people standing in front.

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nAlthough they tried to block with the weapons in their hands, they only heard a sharp ‘clang’ sound and were cut into two halves, along with their knives.

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nMore than a dozen bodies wailed on the ground.

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nHe Chuan did not execute them immediately.

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nThe people who were cut in half would not die for a while.

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nEven their minds would still be very clear.

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nThey could only watch themselves lose their life bit by bit and welcome death in despair.

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nThis was also He Chuan’s goal.

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nSince you have done such a heartless thing, I will not let you have it easy!

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nWhen they saw He Chuan kill people with their own eyes, even if the bandits were full of questions, they knew that he was not friendly.

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nAlmost at the same time, hundreds of people attacked at the same time, waving all kinds of weapons at the ten-year-old child.

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nIn the chaotic battle, nothing could be seen clearly.

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nNo matter how bright the bonfire was, it could not shine on the figure that was drowned in the sea of people.

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n“He’s actually an internal martial artist.”

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nThe bandit leader’s gaze was deep.

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nThe reason why he could become the boss was naturally that he had the ability to convince the masses.

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nAs the only existence among the bandits who was a martial artist, he recognized the power that He Chuan used at a glance.

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nAlthough he didn’t want to admit it, he knew it clearly in his heart.

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nThis kid’s strength was definitely above his!

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nTo be able to release such a long sword qi, his inner qi must have been cultivated to the peak of a third-rate martial artist!

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nPerhaps, he was already a second-rate martial artist!

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nFacing such a strong opponent, a small third-rate martial artist like him naturally didn’t dare to show his face and act like a hero.

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nHowever.

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nYou are just a little kid, so what if you are strong?

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nThe internal cultivation of martial artists relies on the inner qi.

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nWhen your inner qi is exhausted, aren’t you just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered?

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nI have more than a thousand men under me, you can kill as you like!

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nLet’s see how long you can kill!

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nWith this mentality.

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nThe bandit leader watched the fire from the other side and stood at the back.

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nHe allowed his underlings to be slaughtered like chickens by He Chuan.

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nHowever, the situation went beyond his imagination.

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nIn the blink of an eye, hundreds of corpses lay on the ground.

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nThis kid was still as fierce as ever!

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nThe fierce bandits were all frightened by the slaughter.

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nThey didn’t dare to step forward for a moment.

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nHowever, at this moment, He Chuan also stopped.

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nThe leader of the bandits was delighted. He thought that his inner qi had been used up, so he quickly ordered, “Hurry up and move! Don’t give him time to rest, this kid’s inner qi has been used up!”

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nThe bandits looked at each other, but no one dared to move.

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nSeeing this, the leader of the bandits immediately said, “Anyone who can chop off his head will be rewarded with 50 taels of gold!”

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nThe bandits immediately became spirited when they heard this.

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n50 taels of gold!

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nThis was enough for them to play with more than a dozen courtesans from brothels!

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nCharge!

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nFor a moment, hundreds of people seemed to have been injected with stimulants as they swarmed over.

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nThey howled and wanted to chop off He Chuan’s head.

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n“I didn’t expect my head to be so valuable.”

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nHe Chuan smiled faintly.

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nWith a wave of the Buddhist monk’s knife in his hand, a bloody scar suddenly appeared on the face of the nearest bandit.

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nIn less than half a second, his body slowly fell to the sides.

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nThis time, it was not only his internal organs that were scattered on the ground.

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nThere was also milky white brain matter.

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n“How… how is this possible?”

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nThe bandit leader looked at this scene in great surprise.

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nHe could split a person in half without using inner qi?

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nAnd he used such an ordinary Buddhist monk knife?

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nWhat kind of joke was this?

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nWhen did the human body become so fragile?

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nHe fell into deep doubt.

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nLooking at He Chuan, who was like a God of death, and absolutely impossible reason suddenly flashed through his mind, but he could only use this explanation.

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nExternal cultivator!

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nOnly external cultivators who focused on training their strength and skills could do this!

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nBut didn’t this mean that the little brat in front of him was a dual cultivator?

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nThe bandit leader instinctively denied this possibility.

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nBut the truth happened before his eyes, and he had no choice but to believe it.

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nBut just as he was in a daze.

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nHe Chuan suddenly exploded.

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nIt was as if he was tired of playing.

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nHe killed dozens of people in a row, broke through the crowd, and rushed in front of him.

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nThe bandit leader was shocked. He was about to attack, but the moment this thought arose, the Buddhist monk knife in He Chuan’s hand was already placed on his neck.

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nWhat was going on?

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nAfter fighting for so long, he still had the stamina to maintain such a fast speed?

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nThe bandit leader was dumbfounded.

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nHe carefully swallowed his saliva, afraid that the blade would cut his neck.

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nHis mind was no longer thinking about how to kill He Chuan, but how to survive under He Chuan’s blade.

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n“He… hero…”

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n“Don’t kill me…”

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n“Anything you want!”

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n“Money, woman! I’ll give it to you!”

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