Chapter 1935: Great Wind Mountain Bandit Suppression Record

"What are you panicking about!" the clan leader's voice rang out. Though previously frail, his voice now boomed like a bell, calming the frantic tribesmen who all turned to look at him.

"There is no inescapable death in the Asura Arena. He has the foundation of the Moonstone realm; how could dealing with the Spirit Stream challenge be difficult for him!"

"That's true," someone nodded.

"From today onwards, I will personally oversee this place." The clan leader, who had intended to leave, changed his mind. He secretly decided that if this generation's successor truly encountered danger, he would risk his own life to rescue them from the training scenario.

Of course, this was on the condition that the successor passed their clan's test.

The blurred mirror surface slowly returned to its original state, indicating that the Asura Arena had been adjusted.

By the campfire in the forest, as dawn approached, the woman looked at Lu Ye with a puzzled expression. A moment ago, she had sensed some strange movement from his direction, but upon closer inspection, she couldn't discern anything.

Looking down at the shattered bones on the ground, the woman felt a chill. In just one night, a single person had completely consumed an entire exotic beast. Even the bandit chiefs were cultivators, but she had never heard of them having such an ability.

At this moment, Lu Ye's face showed delight.

Just now, he had opened his fifth orifice, which offered a slight improvement in his strength. Of course, the biggest benefit of opening another orifice was enhanced stamina.

It seemed that consuming a lot was indeed crucial during the initial stages of cultivation. Back then, the power of the Talent Tree hadn't evolved to this extent, so the effects weren't as noticeable. But now it was different; in just one night, he had opened another orifice. If he continued this for a few more days, wouldn't he return to the first level of the Spirit Stream Realm?

What did it matter if the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was scarce in this realm? He could simply convert his own vital energy and blood into spiritual power, rapidly increasing his strength.

Furthermore, because he had previously opened his orifices, there would be no bottlenecks when doing these things again, as there were no spiritual orifice barriers to break through.

"Let's go!" Lu Ye stood up, his spirits high, and called out to the female bandit.

"Go... go where?" the female bandit asked cautiously.

"Where do you think?" Lu Ye swung onto his horse and looked down at her.

The female bandit shivered involuntarily, then obediently stepped forward, gripping the black horse's stiff reins, and led the way.

The bandit stronghold wasn't far. After about half a day, a massive gate made of solid wood appeared before Lu Ye.

Several bandits guarded the gate from above; ordinary people couldn't enter without permission.

When the female bandit led Lu Ye and the black horse to the location, they were immediately spotted by a bandit standing on the stone wall above the gate. He called down from his vantage point, "Black Spider, weren't you supposed to go with Second Brother Ruan and the others to meet Sixth Boss? Why are you back alone, and who is this person?"

"So this is your stronghold," Lu Ye remarked, looking up. He could vaguely see signs of numerous bandits gathered inside.

"This is it," Black Spider said, her palms sweating. She knew this was her most critical moment; she had brought the person here, and now she was of no value. If he decided to kill her, she would have no power to resist.

"Well done," Lu Ye nodded, dismounted, and calmly ordered, "Tell them to open the gate!"

Black Spider naturally dared not disobey. Struggling to calm herself, she shouted upwards, "Open the gate!"

The bandit who had spoken earlier was now filled with apprehension and doubt. "Black Spider, what's going on with this man? Why is he riding Sixth Boss's horse and carrying his spear? Where is Sixth Boss?"

"Stop talking nonsense, just open the gate!" Black Spider, extremely anxious, snapped back.

"If you don't explain clearly, I won't open it," the bandit insisted.

*Boom!* With a loud crash, the bandits on the stone wall instantly lost their footing, stumbling and falling one after another, landing dazed and disoriented.

The bandit who had been shouting felt his head was shattered. Forcing himself to stand up, he immediately saw a huge hole in front of him.

He blinked, took a step back, and then, to his horror, realized that the hole was in the stronghold's main gate!

This was a solid wood gate, two feet thick. How could it have been broken through?

In terror, he took another step back.

"Don't block the way!" A large hand gripped his neck, twisted gently, and then threw him aside.

His vision twisted, and he then realized that several of his companions who had fallen with him were somehow already dead. His consciousness rapidly blurred.

Lu Ye passed through the hole he had punched and entered the stronghold directly.

In front of the stronghold gate, the female bandit who had led the way looked down at her chest, where a gaping hole was glaringly obvious.

A bitter smile appeared on her face. She had known this would be her fate, and she had guessed he would kill her. Yet, she still hadn't noticed when he had struck.

"The bosses... will... avenge me!" the female bandit murmured, then fell backward.

What if he was a cultivator? All the bosses were cultivators. This person dared to invade the stronghold; he would surely meet a bad end!

"Enemy attack!" A shout echoed, and bandits rushed out from houses in all directions, each looking fierce and menacing. In the blink of an eye, they surrounded Lu Ye completely.

"Kill him!" someone yelled. Instantly, dozens of bandits unleashed their various techniques, and countless attacks rained down. Some rushed forward with weapons for close combat, others threw hidden projectiles, and arrows flew from nearby rooftops.

"So many!" Lu Ye looked at the numbers flickering above the bandits' heads, filled with joy.

He dragged his two-hundred-catty spear back, gripped its tail, then raised his hand high above his head. With all his strength unleashed, the thick spear swept around his body in a full circle!

Screams rose one after another. In an instant, all bandits within a five-zhang radius died simultaneously. A two-hundred-catty spear, combined with the force of his swing, was something ordinary people couldn't withstand; it truly wounded upon contact and killed upon impact!

The dead bandits quickly dissolved into flickering specks of light. However, before they vanished, streaks of light flew out from their bodies, entering the Asura Token at Lu Ye's waist.

A windfall!

Arrows and hidden weapons struck him, but couldn't even tear his clothes.

With precautions, he could easily block such attacks by slightly activating his spiritual power; the methods of a cultivator were simply beyond the comprehension of mortals.

This sudden turn of events stunned everyone. The bandits, relying on their numerical superiority, had initially underestimated Lu Ye, but who would have thought that in a single encounter, their side would suffer such heavy casualties?

"A cultivator! He's a cultivator!" a bandit screamed in terror.

The remaining bandits scattered and fled, clearly realizing that they could not contend with a cultivator.

However, there was nowhere to run. Lu Ye stood his ground, thrusting his spear, and a large rock nearby shattered into pieces. He flashed forward, scooped up a handful of gravel, then, with his other hand, picked up a stone and threw it. A bandit immediately fell. He threw another, and another fell.

"What audacity, to dare run wild on my Great Wind Mountain!" a furious roar echoed, and several figures swiftly emerged from deeper within the stronghold.

Lu Ye turned his head, his eyes brightening.

Because the numbers above these few people's heads were significantly larger than those of ordinary bandits.

There were four of them. The lowest number among them was three thousand, and the highest even matched the old village chief from that settlement, reaching five thousand.

Having thrown all the gravel, Lu Ye had killed all the bandits within his sight.

Lu Ye, spear in hand, eagerly strode towards those figures, his face full of anticipation.

These were undoubtedly the chiefs of Great Wind Mountain. Lu Ye detected traces of spiritual power on them, indicating they were all cultivators.

This sight immediately made the chiefs feel uneasy. Seeing someone dare to charge at them like this clearly indicated he was no ordinary person.

"Third Brother, tie him down," the leading middle-aged man instructed.

"No problem!" the fattest among them, Third Boss, replied. He was almost spherical, and it was a mystery how he had cultivated.

Despite his bulky physique, his speed was not slow. As soon as he spoke, he swiftly widened the distance between himself and the others, taking the lead to confront Lu Ye.

Their distance rapidly closed. A cold glint flashed in Third Boss's almost squinted eyes. With spiritual power surging through him, he faced Lu Ye's direct spear thrust without dodging. He slammed his two large hands together, precisely clapping them onto the spear shaft and gripping it firmly.

With his immense strength, he believed the opponent's spear would be useless under such a restraint. He just needed to hold him for a moment, and the others would arrive together, ensuring the man's death, regardless of his cultivation level.

As he thought this, Third Boss's face drastically changed. He felt excruciating pain in his palms. An irresistible force emanated from the spear he had gripped with both hands, a force far beyond his ability to restrain.

"Ah..." Third Boss fiercely activated his spiritual power, but it was futile. His hands instantly became bloody, his palms reduced to bone.

*Pthwack...* The spear pierced the bandit's massive head, causing it to explode.

Lu Ye emerged from a shower of blood, directly confronting the three figures behind.

The three bandit chiefs were all stunned, never having imagined that Third Boss, on whom they had placed such high hopes, would die just like that!

Seeing Lu Ye rapidly closing in, the three bandit chiefs dared not meet his charge head-on and immediately scattered left and right.

Lu Ye swept his spear, striking one of them squarely in the waist. The immense force instantly blew half of the man's body apart. Without pause, he caught up to the slowest one, grabbed him by the shoulder, and asked, "Why are you running?"

This was the stronghold's Second Boss, and Lu Ye's question instantly stunned him.

Of course, he was running for his life; what else would he be running for? Seeing a fist rapidly enlarging before his eyes, he couldn't help but cry out, "Big Brother, help!"

*Boom!* His head was shattered.

Lu Ye looked up and saw the last person had already run over twenty zhang away. He immediately raised the spear in his hand and forcefully threw it forward!

"Stop!" a sharp cry rang out, and another person rushed out from deeper within the stronghold.

Lu Ye paid no attention. Cupping a hand over his eyes to peer forward, he saw that the spear had already struck the figure dozens of zhang away with lightning speed. At the last moment, the opponent seemed to have activated his spiritual power to protect himself, but under the impact of such ferocious power and swift speed, that slight protection was completely ineffective.