The hum of the bowstring became the forest's final dirge.
Not a single arrow missed its mark. One by one, departing souls were annihilated by the Purple Bamboo Arrows.
In a matter of moments, every last bandit who tried to flee was executed.
Chu Fan walked over to the corpse of the black-robed woman. After a moment of searching, he found a few trinkets and a small coin purse.
He stored the items in his Sumeru Ring, then raised his saber and walked toward the silent mountain stronghold.
Inside the stronghold, some of the bandits' wives and family members rushed out, their eyes red. Wielding kitchen cleavers and wood-chopping knives, they shrieked about avenging their men.
Chu Fan's gaze was cold.
He felt not a shred of pity for these women who had aided the wicked, whose own hands were likely stained with blood.
He couldn't even be bothered to waste a single word on them.
The Thunder Blade swung, and its light flashed.
A chorus of wretched screams, a river of blood…
