Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years

They ran forward frantically, as if possessed, wishing they had more legs.

They ran until they reached a quiet, secluded forest, where the leader, Tiger, stopped, collapsing onto the ground like a dead dog and lying motionless.

The men behind him, catching up to Tiger, also seemed to have run out of strength and collapsed.

After about fifteen minutes, Tiger finally caught his breath, his face still pale, and cursed inwardly.

Damn it!

He didn't expect to be so unlucky, encountering a group of killing gods; luckily, he ran fast.

Otherwise, next year's today would be his death anniversary!

"Tiger, what do we do? Now it's just us left. How do we go back and explain to the bosses?"

One of the men spoke with a worried tone, looking somewhat fearful.

Although they had escaped from the hands of those killing gods, they would now face those who were even more terrifying.

"Yeah, Tiger, should we still go back to the stronghold and report to the bosses?"

"Tiger, what if we..."

Another man also spoke, looking anxiously at Tiger in front.

Not only did they fail to rob the grain and silver, but almost all of their men were also killed, leaving only a few of them.

When they returned to the stronghold, they didn't know what terrible consequences they would face.

Tiger glanced coldly at the men who were speaking and said in a cold voice.

"Hmph, we definitely can't go back to the stronghold. You all know the bosses' methods; I don't need to tell you."

"I don't plan to return to the stronghold. The world is vast, and I don't believe the bosses can find me."

Tiger could easily see through their intentions; they just wanted to tell him that returning would mean facing the bosses' punishment.

"Tiger is right. We are willing to follow Tiger and escape this place together."

As soon as Tiger finished speaking, the bandits echoed in agreement.

The reason they were clinging to Tiger was for this very reason.

Failure to complete the task given by the bosses meant certain death, so it was better to defect, which might offer a glimmer of hope.

However, this place was mountainous, with towering peaks and ridges, fraught with danger, and teeming with ferocious venomous snakes and beasts.

With only their rudimentary martial arts skills, they couldn't survive here; they would probably be reduced to corpses before even leaving the mountains.

Following Tiger, who had a higher level of martial arts, would greatly increase their chances of survival.

"Very well, you are all smart. Then follow me. I know a hidden mountain path that can quickly lead us through this mountain range."

Tiger was pleased with their attitude, so he didn't refuse their offer to follow him.

After all, more people meant more strength, and their chances of survival would be greater.

Rustle, rustle, rustle!

At that moment, not far away in the forest, the sound of dry branches and leaves being crushed underfoot rang out, as if something was approaching.

"Who's there!"

Tiger immediately became tense, grabbing the broadsword stuck in the ground and looking warily towards the edge of the forest.

The others were frightened by Tiger's serious demeanor and also grabbed their weapons, looking anxiously towards the edge of the forest.

Until three figures slowly walked into the forest and came before them.

One of them, a slender man, wore a neat white robe and played with a sharp dagger in his hand.

He looked at the panicked Tiger and his men with a playful expression, and said slowly, "Where are you going? How about I send you on your way!"

"Second Boss!"

"Third Boss!"

"You, you, you..."

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

"How did you find us!"

Tiger's mind went blank for a moment when he clearly saw the three people who had come.

Two of them were the bosses they had spoken of, the Second Boss and the Third Boss.

He couldn't understand how they had found him.

This path was clearly a secret passage he had found before, a secret hidden in his heart, his escape route in case of an emergency.

"It's you, you bastard!"

When Tiger saw the man standing behind the two bosses, he understood.

Especially the man's gloating expression, which clearly showed that he was laughing at him.

This man was the one he had beaten and scolded before, the one he had sent back to report.

Faced with Tiger's accusation, the man just sneered and didn't answer.

"Second Boss, Third Boss, spare me!"

Before Tiger could think further, the men who had just wanted to run away with him had already dropped their weapons and were kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy.

Hmph! A bunch of fools.

Tiger cursed inwardly as he looked at the people kneeling and begging for mercy.

Now that things had reached this point, did they still think the others would let them go?

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Bang!

Before Tiger could think further.

The Second Boss on the opposite side moved, his body rushing towards him like a cannonball, the dagger in his hand making a sound of sword cries.

Tiger was shocked, his hands quickly gripping the broadsword in his hand, raising it high, trying to block the Second Boss's attack.

Clang!

A harsh sound of metal clashing rang out, and the broadsword broke in response.

A cold light flashed!

While Tiger was stunned, the Second Boss suddenly turned the dagger in his hand upwards.

Drip! Drip!

It was the soft sound of tiny droplets falling on the dry leaves.

When the dagger in the Second Boss's hand appeared again, the blade was covered with a few drops of bright red blood.

As the blade swayed, the blood droplets also fell to the ground.

The world spun, and in an instant, Tiger seemed to see a headless body.

Then, his consciousness was gone, plunging into endless darkness.

"Hmph! Overestimating yourself, a mere ant in the Flesh Refinement Realm, trying to resist."

"Ah!"

"Spare me!"

"Second Boss, spare me!"

Then, there were a few more cries of pain and begging for mercy, but they only lasted for a few breaths before disappearing.

Several objects fell onto the dry leaves on the ground, and the quiet forest returned to a deathly silent atmosphere.

Only the corpses on the ground, emitting a strong smell of blood, could prove the tragic events that had just occurred.

"Speak, where did those people run off to? Can we still catch up to them?"

At this time, a rough and heavy voice came, it was the big man who had been standing still, the Third Boss as they called him.

He said to the skinny man who had informed on them.

"Ah?"

"Reporting to the Third Boss, this humble one doesn't know. Those people have been running for a long time."

"Probably..."

"Maybe..."

The skinny man hesitated, but didn't dare to say the answer.

"Hmm?"

"Worthless!"

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking, the Third Boss had already covered the skinny man's head with a big hand.