My Home's Ancient Well Connects to the Martial Arts World

Chapter 182: Chapter 179: The Bandits Arrive

At dusk, the setting sun dyed half the sky red with its lingering glow.

A bloody sunset—

Dust billowed on the earthen road to Lantian Village, stirred by the thunder of hooves.

”Hyah!” ”Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!”

CLIP-CLOP-CLIP-CLOP! ”Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!”

On the earthen road, a troop of over three hundred men, each one looking more murderous than the last, galloped toward Lantian Village. They held reins in their left hands, Great Sabers in their right, their sturdy steeds charging forward, thick with killing intent.

”Was Third Brother really killed by some youth in green?”

”It’s true, Great Village Chief. That young man in green is incredibly strong. The Third Village Chief lasted fewer than thirty rounds before he was killed!”

”Third Brother couldn’t even last thirty rounds? Looks like that kid must be at the mid-to-late stage of the Martial Arts Fourth Realm.”

”Great Village Chief, should we call for the Second Village Chief too? If you both attack him, our chances of killing that green-robed youth will be much higher!”

”No need. I’m more than enough to handle him! Hyah! All of you, pick up the pace! Don’t let that green-robed brat get away!”

With thundering hooves and billowing dust, the three hundred-plus bandits charged murderously toward Lantian Village.

Triangular Mountain wasn’t far from Lantian Village; both were within the territory of Green River Town. The bandits rode their steeds hard for another shichen before finally reaching their destination.

Night fell. A crescent moon hung high in the sky, casting down its cold, eerie light.

Lantian Village was exceptionally quiet tonight. From a distance, it was shrouded in pitch-black darkness, as if all the villagers were already asleep.

”Great Village Chief, it looks like the village is deserted!”

”That’s normal. They probably got spooked and ran off long ago.”

”I thought we were going to get to slaughter the village and do some pillaging. What now, since they’ve all fled?”

”They haven’t been gone long. These villagers are on foot, they can’t have gotten far. After them!”

”Huh? Wait! Great Village Chief, look! I think there’s someone over there.”

”It’s the youth in green! Move, surround him! Don’t let him get away!”

”Hyah!”

”Whoa!” NEIGHHH!

As their warhorses neighed, the bandits reached the entrance to Lantian Village and pulled sharply on their reins. The sturdy steeds whinnied and came to a halt. Every bandit stared intently forward.

There, in the moonlight, directly before the village entrance, stood a young man in green. He was cradling a sword, a faint smile on his face as he watched the horde of bandits arrive.

”You’re the kid in green who killed my third brother?” The Triangular Mountain Great Village Chief rode his steed closer to Ye Xing and asked in a low, heavy voice.

”That’s right. It was me,” Ye Xing replied with a slight smile, his gaze calm as he looked upon the bandits before him.

”You’ve got some nerve, daring to kill my third brother!” The Triangular Mountain Great Village Chief’s eyes flickered with confusion. ”What are you doing hanging around this village? After killing someone, why didn’t you run?”

”Why should I run?” Ye Xing said. ”Frankly, you’re all incredibly slow. I’ve been waiting for you for quite a while.”

”Brat, you’re courting death!” A cold sneer appeared on the Triangular Mountain Great Village Chief’s face. ”You really don’t know your own limits. Are you planning to challenge all two or three hundred of us?”

”No. I’m only challenging you.” Ye Xing pointed a finger at the Triangular Mountain Great Village Chief and said coolly, ”Do you dare to fight?”

Do you dare to fight? The words echoed as if possessed of some demonic power, ringing in the Triangular Mountain Great Village Chief’s ears and instantly sending him into a towering rage. He felt utterly despised.

”Brat, since you’re in such a hurry to die, I’ll grant your wish!” The Triangular Mountain Great Village Chief kicked off his horse’s back, launching himself into the air.

The surface of his blade glinted coldly in the moonlight as he brought it cleaving straight down at Ye Xing’s head.

The instant the Triangular Mountain Great Village Chief made his move, Ye Xing drew his sword.

SHING! The Treasure Sword left its scabbard, its ring as crisp and clear as a dragon’s cry.