Chapter 1944: Snatching People (part 2)
Although his voice was light, Mr. Pi’s group could still hear him. One of the pointy-nosed, lean-cheeked Golden Core cultivators’ expressions changed immediately, unable to suppress his anger.
Shen Qingsheng saw his defiance and sneered coldly:
"What? Want to make a move? Come on, kill me if you can. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, I’m a direct descendant of the Shen Family, my father is a powerful elder in the Shen Family, and he manages Solitary Mountain. If you dare make a move, don’t think about leaving here alive. Once I tell my father, regardless of your backgrounds or family histories, you won’t escape unscathed..."
Facing such provocation, Mr. Pi’s group instead calmed down. They exchanged glances, indifferent expressions, and said nothing more.
Mo Hua’s eyelids twitched slightly.
Shen Qingsheng pointed at Mo Hua again and said to a Golden Core beside him: "Bring him to me."
The Shen Family’s Golden Core walked towards Mo Hua, stopping beside him, he drew his knife and placed it on Mo Hua’s neck.
Mr. Pi’s group did not intervene.
The Shen Family Golden Core cultivator then escorted Mo Hua towards Shen Qingsheng.
Yet they did not notice, behind them, a figure among Mr. Pi’s group suddenly vanished, merging into the ground.
With the knife at his neck, Mo Hua walked a few steps forward, and suddenly, with a thought, his foot slipped, and he fell to the ground.
He fell naturally.
The Shen Family Golden Core escorting Mo Hua inwardly cursed "useless, tripping over a stone," and extended his hand to grab Mo Hua’s shoulder.
But just as he was distracted, reaching for Mo Hua, the ground under his feet suddenly trembled, a pair of stony hands emerged from underground, clamping tightly onto the Shen Family Golden Core’s legs as if iron pincers, dragging him below.
The Shen Family Golden Core’s expression changed drastically, but he couldn’t break free in time, and by the time he reacted, he was already half buried.
Beside Mr. Pi, another short and lean Golden Core initiated an Earth Escape skill, gliding to the top of the Shen Family Golden Core, hands like claws, grabbing the Shen Family Golden Core’s head, long fingers penetrating deeply into the vital points on either side of his forehead.
The last Golden Core, a slightly older one in gray, drew a long knife swiftly and fiercely, directly severing the Shen Family Golden Core’s neck.
Blood splattered into the air, spraying out, dyeing the ground red.
Mo Hua, having pretended to fall down early, stood aside unscathed, not a single drop of blood touched him.
Mr. Pi’s three Golden Cores, coordinated seamlessly, acted decisively, discreetly, and ruthlessly.
By the time the Shen Family Golden Core’s screams rang out, he was already decapitated, dead.
Shen Qingsheng and his group looked shocked and terrified, then furious: .
"You scoundrels, how dare you..."
But Mr. Pi’s group gave them no chance, since they had killed, they naturally intended to finish the battle quickly.
The three ruthless Golden Cores looked as calm as still waters, saying nothing, advancing towards Shen Qingsheng and his group to kill.
Shen Qingsheng had brought only two Golden Cores with him, the rest were all Foundation Establishment cultivators.
Generally speaking, near Solitary Mountain City, two Golden Core Guards were already sufficient, let alone on their Shen Family’s territory, these people were usually good enough to let him walk arrogantly without fear, and it had always been so. ȓ𝘼NＯ𝐛Ěš
But now the situation had changed.
Those who dare rob graves are all desperate criminals.
One Foundation Establishment Peak, three Golden Cores, one seemingly at the Golden Core Middle Stage, and all are cunning old hands roaming the Jianghu.
In terms of experience and power, they were overwhelming.
The other Shen Family Golden Core lasted less than a dozen rounds before being slain.
The remaining Foundation Establishment cultivators were slaughtered.
Blood and limbs were scattered everywhere, leaving only Shen Qingsheng, his face pale, horrified, murmuring: "I’m the Shen Family’s scion, my, my father is... how dare you..."
A stout man slapped him heavily.
The slap was like iron and stone.
Shen Qingsheng was sent flying, crashing to the ground, feeling dizzy, seeing stars, as he spat out a mouthful of blood, then lost consciousness completely.
"Damn it, give you face, and you don’t want it, pushing us to the point of having to slay you."
The stout man stepped forward, about to crush Shen Qingsheng to death.
But Mr. Pi said, "Keep him, as a backup."
The stout man understood his meaning, nodded: "Alright." He spat at Shen Qingsheng, then took out a rope, tying him tightly, his skin pinched until red, looking painful.
Unlike Mo Hua, who is sensible and knows the times, Shen Qingsheng naturally didn’t have Mo Hua’s treatment.
Only then did Mr. Pi look at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua wore an expression of "fear," saying, "You... you killed people?"
The stout man sneered, "Kid, you haven’t seen much, this is just the beginning..."
Mr. Pi coldly said, "Enough, don’t babble. Killing means trouble, so go down quickly, it’s safer with the dead."
"Alright."
The others stepped forward, collecting storage bags, discarding every traceable item inside separately, then raised earth and stones to cover the remnants and blood of the Shen Family cultivators, crudely concealing the evidence.
Clearly, they were not novices at this.
After completing the task, the stout man stepped forward and picked up the unconscious Shen Qingsheng.
Mr. Pi glanced at Mo Hua, who obediently walked up to him, only then did Mr. Pi nod:
"Let’s head down to the tomb."
The group entered the mine, and in a nearby corner, broke open a wall, revealing a narrow stone path behind it.
The short and lean Golden Core was the first to squeeze through.
After a moment, the stout man carrying Shen Qingsheng also squeezed through.