The villain hadn't finished shouting when he suddenly saw a blur before his eyes, and then his arm felt cold, and his sword had disappeared!

He looked down in astonishment, only to see that his knife had been stuck in an ancient tree three meters away, with half of the knife buried in the tree and only the handle trembling. The next moment, he realized that someone had snatched the knife from the air?! Looking at the village again, the only person standing in the middle was a man standing with his hands behind his back as if nothing had happened.

"You——" The villain was about to shout, but he felt a chill in his throat. He looked down in shock and saw a very thin bloodstain slowly emerging. He lost the strength to hold the reins, and fell heavily from the horse's back, blood gushing out, and he died without even a sound.

This scene shocked the dozen or so bandits who had rushed in from the village entrance. Their eyes widened. The place they had trampled on just now was now as silent as hell! Everyone's eyes were incredibly focused on the young man in a simple blue robe.

Ying Yuan smiled coldly and patted his sleeves lightly: "No wonder this village is in chaos every day, you really deserve to die."

A sturdy bandit leader finally roared and drew his sword: "You are looking for death! Come on--" However, before he could finish his words, he saw a figure approaching him like a wild wind. The smile was as cold as a knife. His eyes went dark and he felt his chest sink.

The screams of torrential rain mixed with the muffled sound of sharp weapons piercing flesh rang out one after another, and the mountain pass was filled with blood. Every time Ying Yuan swung his palm and took a step, he took the life of a bandit. He had no expression on his face, and he stepped over the bodies lying on the ground, as if he was walking on lotus water. In just thirty breaths, more than a dozen bandits were dead on the spot.

In the distance, the village chief and some brave villagers secretly poked their heads out, looked at the corpses all over the ground, their faces turned pale, and they were so shocked that they forgot to react.

At this moment, a taller black shadow suddenly appeared, and the sound of horse hooves resounded through the sky. In the distance, a ferocious giant rode towards them, holding a mace as thick as a child's arm, and roared to the sky: "You are looking for death, you dare to kill my brothers from the Black Tiger Village!"

Ying Yuan looked at the giant man coming towards him, grinned grimly, slowly raised his hand, and a light as bright as cold lightning flashed in his hand - it was the shiny blade of a long sword.

"That's great. I'll use you to practice with my sword."

Ying Yuan looked at the bearded man riding a tall horse, holding a mace, and thought to himself, "With his physique, he probably can't even withstand a punch from me. This good horse is really wasted."

The giant pulled the reins, and the horse's hooves raised a cloud of dust. He looked down at Ying Yuan with contempt in his eyes: "Boy, you are so brave to kill my Black Tiger Village! Tell me your name, grandpa..."

"I am the Emperor of the Great Qin, Ying Yuan." Ying Yuan interrupted him, his tone as flat as if he was saying that the weather was good today.

“The Emperor of the Great Qin?” The giant was stunned for a moment, then burst into thunderous laughter, “Hahaha! I’m dying of laughter! With your poor appearance, you still dare to call yourself an emperor? I think you are just a…”

"Noisy." Ying Yuan frowned impatiently. His figure flashed, and he appeared in front of the giant as fast as lightning, with a cold light flashing from the long sword in his hand.

The giant's laughter suddenly stopped. He felt a flash of light before his eyes and a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a deep wound on his chest that was so deep that the bone could be seen, and blood gushed out.

"You..." The giant's eyes widened in disbelief. The mace in his hand slipped weakly and he fell heavily from the horse's back. He twitched a few times and then became motionless.

Ying Yuan glanced at the corpse on the ground with disdain, lifted the giant's clothes with the tip of his knife and wiped the blade: "What a waste of my time."

The villagers hiding in the distance were stunned by this scene. They had never seen such a horrible sight, nor had they seen such a powerful man.

The village chief came out tremblingly, and fell to his knees in front of Ying Yuan with a plop: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty is so majestic, we are waiting..."

Ying Yuan waved his hand impatiently: "Get up, no need to be polite. I am just getting rid of these troubles."

"Your Majesty, you are truly a god sent down from heaven to save the suffering!" The village chief was so excited that tears streamed down his face. "I have been oppressed by the Black Tiger Village for generations, and now finally..."

"Okay, stop crying." Ying Yuan interrupted him, "How many people are there in the Black Tiger Village?"

"Your Majesty, there are hundreds of people in the Black Tiger Village. The village chief is highly skilled in martial arts. It is said that..."

"Hundreds of people?" Ying Yuan sneered, "I alone is enough." "Your Majesty, no!" The village chief turned pale with fear, "This Black Tiger Village is easy to defend but difficult to attack, you..."

"I have made up my mind." Ying Yuan said in an unquestionable tone, "Lead the way."

The village chief had no choice but to lead the way tremblingly.

Xiaoyue hid in the yard, watching Ying Yuan go away through the crack of the door, feeling mixed emotions. She didn't understand why this man was so powerful and yet so cold.

……

The Black Tiger Village is located on a steep mountain with rugged terrain, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Ying Yuan stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the mountain stronghold that towered into the clouds, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This shabby place dares to call itself a stronghold?"

His figure flashed, turning into a shadow, and he climbed up the steep mountain wall. His speed was so fast that the guards on the mountain village were stunned.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The alarm sounded throughout the mountain stronghold, and hundreds of bandits rushed out, armed with knives, guns, sticks and clubs, ready for battle.

Ying Yuan leaped and dodged on the cliff like a cheetah, dodging falling rocks and arrows. His figure was erratic, and every move he made took a life.

The bandits had never seen such a terrifying opponent. They were terrified and fled in all directions.

"Don't panic! Kill him for me!" The leader of the Black Tiger Village, a burly man with a face full of flesh, held a huge axe and rushed towards Ying Yuan with a roar.

"You don't know your own limitations." Ying Yuan sneered, and in a flash he appeared in front of the village chief.

With a flash of knife light, the huge axe in the village chief's hand broke. Then, a blood mark appeared on the village chief's neck, and blood gushed out.

The village chief widened his eyes and looked at Ying Yuan in disbelief. He could never have imagined that he would be defeated so quickly.

"you……"

Before the village chief could finish his words, he fell to the ground and died.

With the fall of the village leader, the morale of the bandits completely collapsed. They threw away their weapons and armor and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

"Please spare my life! Your Majesty, please spare my life!"

Ying Yuan glanced coldly at the bandits who were kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, without a trace of pity in his eyes: "You have committed many evil deeds, you deserve to die!"

He swung the long knife in his hand, blood splattered, and screams echoed throughout the mountain village.

……

"Have mercy! Your Majesty, have mercy!" The bandits begged for mercy one after another, trembling like lambs to be slaughtered. (End of this chapter)