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Chapter 16: You Deserve to Die, You Really Do
Chapter 16: You Deserve to Die, You Really Do
“Get lost, all you riff-raff! The Great River Gang has business to attend to!”
A fierce shout echoed through the night sky.
Luo Chen was taken aback, then his face lit up with joy.
Exactly! I am just a bystander!
Shouldering his burlap sack, he hurriedly made his way to a nearby dark alley, backing away as he went.
His eyes never left the four figures, fearing they might attack him at any moment.
As he watched, he realized that the four weren't a unified group.
Clearly, three cultivators were subtly surrounding a man standing closer to him.
Due to the darkness and the man's back being turned, Luo Chen couldn't see his facial expression.
However, when the man spoke, Luo Chen could guess his expression.
Because the man was someone he knew well.
Wang Yuan!
“Li Zixiong, you know what I do. Are you sure you want to stop me?”
“Stop you? I’ll kill you! Wang Yuan, you’re nothing but a scum who handles dirty work for the Broken Mountain Gang. Don’t think anyone is afraid of you!”
“Kill me? With you and these two Fifth Stage Qi Cultivators?”
“Enough, attack!”
With a roar, the battle erupted instantly.
Meanwhile, the bystander had already retreated into the dark alley.
Luo Chen's heart pounded, his face flushed, as if he were the one in the fight.
In reality, he was just overexcited by the rare sight of cultivators clashing.
He knew about the Great River Gang and the Broken Mountain Gang.
The Great River Market, established by the Jade Peak Sword Sect, was primarily managed by the sect's powerful members.
The various businesses within the market, aside from those belonging to the Jade Peak Sword Sect, were run by the other five major sects of the Far Eastern Six Realms.
But a large market with over ten thousand independent cultivators was bound to be complex.
Especially considering the nearby Eastern Wasteland, a vast mountain range rich in resources that made even the most minor scraps valuable for independent cultivators.
Over time, the Great River Market had developed three significant forces.
The Cloudy Alliance, an external force, aside.
The Broken Mountain Gang, which most mountain hunters joined, provided mutual support and protection, and even allowed for the occasional raid and treasure hunt from other independents.
And the Great River Gang, which thrived on the wealth brought by the Lancang River, was, in some aspects, just as powerful as the Broken Mountain Gang.
On the surface, the two gangs seemed to coexist without conflict.
But wherever there were people, there was strife.
Minor clashes and battles were not uncommon.
This time, Luo Chen was witnessing it firsthand.
From the earlier conflict and the conversation between Wang Yuan and the others, Luo Chen had a rough idea of what was happening.
While the longstanding animosity between the two gangs was a factor, the main issue revolved around the magical artifacts Wang Yuan was selling.
As expected, the original owners of those bloodstained artifacts were likely members of the Great River Gang, possibly Li Zixiong's relatives or friends.
Hiding in the alley, Luo Chen held his breath.
He wanted to watch the fight, but after a moment's thought, he decided to take a different path home.
That kind of battle was not one he could join.
Being a mere spectator could cost him his life.
“Sorry, Wang, but I can't repay your kindness today by getting myself killed.”
Luo Chen wasn't ungrateful, but his Third Stage Qi Cultivation was no help in a fight like this. Better to run and live to fight another day!
A few minutes later, Luo Chen slipped into another alley.
If he remembered correctly, beyond this alley was a small forest, and through that forest, his home was very close.
Just as he was about to quicken his pace, a rustling wind caught his attention from behind.
Luo Chen turned sharply, and in the moonlight, he saw a figure approaching. He quickly ducked into the alley corner, hiding himself.
It was one of the Fifth Stage Qi Cultivators.
He seemed to be searching for something, flying a few meters above the ground while scanning the area.
The night breeze blowing through the alley carried a hint of blood.
"This person is injured!"
"He's breathing heavily; his wounds are severe."
"From the way he's searching, it seems Brother Wang managed to escape the ambush."
"Truly, he's a man who lives on the edge of a blade, capable of severely wounding three opponents and escaping unscathed."
Luo Chen's mind raced with thoughts, hoping the man would leave quickly.
However, things often don't go as planned.
"Damn it, I told you to run far away, but you had to run into my hands."
Before the words were even out of his mouth:
Whoosh!
Under the moonlight, a black shadow darted like a bolt of lightning.
"Since I couldn't kill Wang Yuan, you'll have to take the fall for me!"
The black shadow was swift and relentless, leaving Luo Chen no time to react.
He hastily activated the protective shield of his shabby robe and barely managed to draw his low-grade magic sword.
Clang!
Hiss!
The sword broke, the light shield shattered, and the black shadow pierced through his defenses in an instant!
Chen Xiao canceled the Wind Control Spell, landing on the ground with a stumble.
A large wound gaped on his shoulder, the severity of which couldn't be concealed by the blood.
Flying to this place, he realized he wasn't in a condition to continue pursuing Wang Yuan.
Next to him was a third-stage Qi Cultivator hiding, and in his severely injured state, he posed a significant threat to his own safety.
Thus, the usually ruthless Chen Xiao acted swiftly, not giving the other any chance to react.
And the outcome was as he expected.
"Even Wang Yuan couldn't withstand my Soul-Piercing Nail. For you, a mere third-stage Qi Cultivator, to die by it is quite an honor."
Spit!
After saying this, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
This place wasn't safe to linger. He needed to search for loot and leave quickly.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, a flame appeared before him.
"You're not dead?"
Bang!
His reaction was quick, instantly activating the protective shield on his robe.
However, when the flame exploded, another massive fireball came hurtling towards him.
It wasn't just one fireball. Almost simultaneously, a continuous barrage of fireballs followed, almost driving him to despair.
"How is this possible!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
They were too fast, leaving no room for a breath.
Without any pause, a series of twenty fireballs, like a rapid-fire cannon, rained down.
Chen Xiao, a fifth-stage Qi Cultivator, wore only a mid-grade first-tier robe.
Its defensive capabilities were decent, but it had already been damaged when Wang Yuan broke through.
Now, in his hasty state, the robe couldn't withstand the barrage of twenty fireballs. It crumbled after the third impact.
By the end, the fireballs were no longer hitting a person but a charred corpse.
Luo Chen leaned against the wall, his face pale and his body trembling.
Man has no intention to harm the tiger, but the tiger has the heart to harm the man.
He didn't want any conflict, but the other had wanted his life!
If not for the fact that the other was nearly out of mana and in poor condition, and if not for Luo Chen's cautiousness, using his magic sword and robe to block the initial attack, he would already be dead.
"You deserve to die, you really do!"
Luo Chen gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand.
A deep, finger-thick hole gaped in his abdomen.
He could feel something like a nail inside him, causing unbearable pain.
Enduring the pain, Luo Chen approached the charred remains.
The other was completely burned, his mid-grade robe reduced to tatters, losing all its former luster.
Using his broken sword to prod, Luo Chen's eyes lit up.
"At least he left some inheritance."
A black storage bag was hidden under the tattered robe.
Just as he picked up the storage bag, before he could celebrate, a series of whistling sounds came from the roof.
Looking up, under the moonlight, a towering man with a large sword and two heads in hand descended like a hawk.
(End of Chapter)
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