Chapter 83: Destroying the Robbers’ Lair

Li Taixing stood calmly as the robber's massive saber descended toward him, showing no sign of panic. Just before the blade made contact, he casually caught it between two fingers, halting it in mid-air.

The robber's triumphant grin froze in place, replaced by shock.

"What…?"

He strained to push the saber forward, but it didn't budge. Trying to pull it back was equally futile—it was as if the blade had become stuck. Confusion and disbelief spread across the robber's face.

The other robbers, having witnessed this scene, stood frozen in place, unsure of what they were seeing.

Li Taixing smirked. "Is that all you've got?"

Before the robber could respond, a circle of Douling Swords materialized around Li Taixing, hovering menacingly in the air.

"An immortal cultivator!" someone shouted in panic.

At that moment, the robbers realized the gravity of their mistake. Their faces drained of color as terror set in. Facing a cultivator meant certain death.

"It's too late for regrets now," Li Taixing said, his voice cold and detached.

With just a thought, the Douling Swords shot forward, piercing through the fleeing robbers faster than they could react. Screams echoed through the air as one by one, the bandits were struck down, their bodies crumpling to the ground in despair.

In a matter of moments, only the leader remained alive, shaking uncontrollably as an unidentified liquid trickled down his leg. His eyes were wide with fear as he stared at the bodies of his fallen comrades.

"Take me to your hideout," Li Taixing commanded, his fingers tightening slightly on the saber. A sharp crack echoed as the blade snapped in two.

The leader, now trembling more violently, threw the broken saber to the ground, immediately kneeling. "Please, master! Spare me! I'll take you there, I swear!"

"If you want to live, lead the way," Li Taixing ordered, his eyes flashing with cold indifference.

Without hesitation, the robber quickly began leading Li Taixing to their mountain stronghold, his steps shaky but determined to avoid meeting the same fate as his comrades.

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At the robbers' mountain stronghold, inside the Juyi Hall:

"Hahaha, drink up!"

"Help, no, stop!" The cries of distressed women echoed through the hall, mixing with the crude laughter of drunken men.

Outside, a few gatekeepers were lounging around, half-drunk and chatting idly when they noticed someone approaching.

"Hey, Hu Zi! Where's the rest of the crew?" one of the gatekeepers called out, not realizing the gravity of the situation.

Hu Zi, the robber who had brought Li Taixing, ran towards them, panic in his eyes. "Kill him quickly, he's—" Hu Zi's desperate plea was cut short as Li Taixing's Douling Sword pierced his chest with a sickening thud.

Blood gushed from the wound, and Hu Zi collapsed to the ground, dead before he could finish his sentence.

The gatekeepers, now fully sobered, screamed in alarm, "Enemy attack! Quick, call the boss!"

Before they could react further, Li Taixing's sword flashed again, and within moments, the gatekeepers lay dead in the dirt.

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Inside the Juyi Hall, the festivities came to an abrupt halt as a subordinate rushed in.

"Boss, someone's breached the gates! The gatekeepers have been killed!"

The leader, a large man with a fierce expression, stood up immediately, drawing his saber. "Brothers! Let's go see who dares to challenge us!"

"Yes!" his men responded in unison, stumbling drunkenly to grab their weapons.

The chaos in the hall was forgotten as they charged outside, eager to face the intruder. But as they emerged, their bravado quickly evaporated.

Li Taixing stood there, his Douling Sword dripping with blood. Behind him lay the bodies of their fallen comrades, and his calm demeanor sent chills down their spines.

The leader's eyes flashed with fury, his judgment clouded by alcohol. "Whoever kills him will be rewarded with ten women!" he roared.

Fueled by desperation and greed, the robbers charged at Li Taixing.

"Tai Chi Sword Technique," Li Taixing muttered, and with a wave of his hand, spiritual energy swirled around the Douling Sword, forming an invisible barrier of deadly force.

"Kill!"

"Swish!"

"Puff, puff, puff!"

Screams of agony filled the air as the invisible sword energy cut through the advancing robbers like a scythe through grass. Their bodies fell to the ground, lifeless.

"An immortal cultivator!" one of the remaining robbers gasped in horror.

They had finally realized that they were no match for him. Fear overtook them as they stumbled back, looking to their leader for guidance.

But the leader was already retreating toward the hall, his face pale with fear. "Retreat to the secret passage!" he shouted, abandoning all pretense of bravery.

Li Taixing smirked. "Teleport."

In an instant, he reappeared in front of the robbers, blocking their escape. The remaining men froze in place, their courage shattered.

"Tai Chi Sword Technique!" Li Taixing's voice rang out once more.

Before they could react, another wave of sword energy swept through them, and they fell to the ground, their lives snuffed out in an instant.

Only the leader remained.

Shaking uncontrollably, the leader collapsed to his knees in front of Li Taixing. "Please… I beg you… spare me, Grandmaster…"