The voices of these speakers were extremely loud and powerful, clearly masters of martial arts with deep Inner Strength.
Xu Xingzhou, Xu Mao, and Zhang Long were confident before, but when they heard those voices, their hearts sank, feeling a vague sense of impending doom.
When the four or five figures leapt into the courtyard, they looked over at them, only to see people with disheveled hair, wearing long robes, some with very long beards, making it hard to discern their actual ages.
Xu Xingzhou’s pupils contracted, his gaze swept over them, and he said in a deep voice: "People from the Hidden Sect?"
"Good eyesight. I didn’t expect such a small place to have so many martial cultivators."
An older middle-aged, long-haired man praised with a somewhat lecherous gaze sweeping over Yang Wen, Huang Qiaoqiao, Xia Bingqing, and the Mo Family’s female relatives, licking his lips with his tongue: "Hahaha, I haven’t slept with a woman in a long time, looks like tonight will be fun."
The people beside him also laughed wildly.
Xu Mao drew a soft sword from his waist, secretly gripping Xu Family’s poison, ready to strike at any moment.
But he didn’t rush in immediately, instead, his expression was solemn as he stared at the few people, shouting: "You come from the Hidden Sect, you should have heard of Yang Fei and Qin Yanyang’s names. This is Huangyang County, Yang Fei’s hometown, and we are Yang Fei’s relatives and acquaintances. If you’re hungry, there’s food here, and clean water to drink. It’s not easy surviving amidst disasters, we should agree to survive together. But if you harbor ill intentions, weigh your actions carefully, offending Mr. Yang and Miss Qin, do you still have a place to hide in this vast world?"
These people are from the Hidden Sect world.
Since the people from the Hidden Sect gained absolute freedom, although still bound by the cultivator’s act from the Divine Continent, they managed to live on.
No one expected the apocalyptic disaster to strike, devastating the entire Great Divine Continent.
Although most of them are martial artists, not strong enough to forego food, they need food and drink to survive, and without job opportunities, they could only resort to looting in the apocalypse.
The collapse of order in the Divine Continent, few secular martial artists, barely containing most martial arts masters from the Hidden Sect. Once they dared to loot unchecked, they found such a life so pleasurable and carefree.
Thus, these seventeen people gathered together, looting and killing wherever they went.
The original individual members of the Hidden Sect, without roots or backing, lived the lowest lives within the Sect.
Now, after recklessly indulging during the apocalypse, their personalities twisted and violent.
But they also know, there are many in this world stronger than them, if news of their heinous acts spreads, neither the high-levels of the Divine Continent nor some righteous members of the Hidden Sect would spare them.
So during this time, their group ensured no survivors were left wherever they committed atrocities.
Poor those innocent civilians who barely escaped the massive disasters, only to encounter these murderous demons.
At this moment, hearing Xu Mao’s warning, these people gradually regained some clarity from their manic state.
They exchanged glances; the leader’s gaze sharpened, staring at Xu Mao: "Don’t think mentioning Yang Fei and Qin Yanyang scares us, we aren’t easily frightened."
"Yeah, are we easily scared?" Another person chimed in.
But the rest looked frightened, eyes flickering, clearly a bit afraid.
People’s fame and shadows, the young couple Yang Fei and Qin Yanyang once stood against the entire Hidden Sect, later when the Hidden Sect entered the world in full, they still had to watch their faces, suggesting their names were not baseless.
Cultivators from the Hidden Sect revered and respected true power, and were very much in awe of Yang Fei and Qin Yanyang.
Xu Mao read their expressions, seeing fear in some of them calmed his heart significantly, he shouted, "Gentlemen, I didn’t mention Mr. Yang or Miss Qin’s names to intimidate you, but it is the truth. We are descendants of Yanhuang, in this chaotic world, shouldn’t we unite and rebuild our home, why engage in mutual slaughter?"
Zhang Long also spoke solemnly: "Exactly, harmony brings wealth, if you need food or drink, we can provide it, but don’t harbor any evil intentions."
Xu Xingzhou, being younger and feeling his cultivation had recently made quick progress, although the people opposite were all formidable masters, believed he feared no one, so he snorted coldly, his gaze fierce, fixed tightly on the leader.
At this moment, more than ten figures leaped over the courtyard wall.
These people also wore long robes, their clothes appeared tattered, all looking weather-beaten and travel-worn.
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Especially seeing Yang Wen, Xia Bingqing, Huang Qiaoqiao and the few beautiful female relatives from the Mo Family, their eyes glowed, they shouted excitedly, whistling wickedly.
"Liu Xiong, what’s the point of just staring at all these beautiful women? Go on." Among the eleven newcomers, a bald man holding a short blade, eyes scanning the women’s faces, directly locking onto Yang Wen, laughed: "You come over, serve me well, perhaps I’ll let you live a few more days."
On hearing his sister insulted, Yang Hao was instantly furious: "You bastard, dare lay a hand on my sister? I’ll fight you to the death."
Although the group opposite seemed fierce and were clearly no good, tough characters, after experiencing his father’s passing, Yang Hao felt he had become the only man in the family, obligated to protect them.
He gripped a fruit knife tightly, glaring fiercely at the bald man.
The bald man was stunned, then grinned: "I like tender-skinned men too."
As he spoke, he pounced forward, yelling: "Old rules, whoever grabs first gets it, you don’t go, I will."
Yang Hao immediately pulled Yang Wen behind him.
Xu Xingzhou’s eyes flashed with cold light, his body shot out like a cannonball.
Holding a small knife meant for carving roasted lamb, his figure blinked, brushing past the bald man.
The bald man, at the Inner Strength Late Stage Peak, wielded a sword technique that was openly aggressive and domineering.
Seeing Xu Xingzhou rush forward, he sneered dismissively, preparing to split the guy with a strike for intimidation, but suddenly his pupils contracted, as he felt a chilling sensation on his neck.
He wiped with his hand.
It was covered in blood!
Immediately after, a torrent of blood spurted from the artery on his neck.