Chapter 2: Must Slay Him

And in the blink of an eye, ten breaths had passed. From within the white light curtain surrounding them, two dark shadows darted out directly.Whoosh! Whoosh!The two dark figures moved with incredible..."Is there anything wrong" Han Sanqian frowned.

"What do you want me to check about these four cities" The Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng pulled Han Sanqian aside, asking with extreme caution.

What's wrong

"You wouldn't want to attack these four cities, would you" Having followed Han Sanqian for a long time, the Jianghu Baixiao Sheng naturally understood Han Sanqian's thoughts and immediately realized what was going on.

Han Sanqian didn't speak, but his eyes spoke volumes.

"Don't hit him, 3000." After saying that, the Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng hurriedly pulled Han Sanqian to a corner.

When only the two of them were left, Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng finally said, "Do you know the power behind these four cities"

"Here, no matter which one, although not affiliated with any of the Three Great Families, they have been guarding the major cities for years. Their power is vast, their foundation is solid, and many hidden individual forces are friendly with them. Let me put it this way, if we suddenly attack any one of them, it could bring unnecessary trouble. If you attack all four cities at once, the world will surely be in chaos!"

Han Sanqian frowned, could there be such a big trouble!

But, this was also to be expected. It wouldn't be easy for Lu Ruoxin to utilize her own words, would it

And, most importantly, these four cities...

"Report!"

Just as Bai Xiaosheng, the renowned expert of Jianghu, was about to speak, a sudden shout echoed through the air. He looked up and saw Big Pancake Tian Xing run in hastily from outside.

Han Sanqian frowned and hurriedly said, "What's going on outside"

A massive army pressed in, under the cover of night and moonlight. They were a sea of black, countless in number, encircling us completely.

"There are at least tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands!"

"What" The Hundred-Sages of the Jianghu instantly frowned, and even Fu Mang seemed to be flustered.

Although Han Qian had long said that things might not be over and the other party would definitely not give up, they had mentally prepared themselves. But who would have thought that the person who came was actually an army of tens of thousands who could completely encircle the city!

"Where the hell did all these monks come from"

"Damn, even a serious monk wouldn't be able to draw this many people once."

A group of people looked at each other in surprise, all their eyes turning to Han Qian.

"However, however that's strange." At this moment, Da Bingtian himself furrowed his brow and suddenly interjected.

"What's wrong" Han Sanqian asked.

Those people are strange. They came with so many, the first thing they should do is surround us, but… but…

But these goddamn people set up camp, like, ten miles away and started chanting scriptures.

"What do you think they're up to"

Da Bing's words caught everyone by surprise, leaving them stunned in their midst.

"Three thousand That's indeed rather odd. With their large army, they should naturally take advantage of the night to surround us, or even attack us head-on with sheer numbers. There's no reason for them to camp at a safe distance and recite scriptures to let us know they're here," said the Jianghu Baixiao Sheng.

This is indeed what Han Sansan was puzzled about. Such a practice wouldn't this be a major taboo in military strategy Anyone with a little bit of sense wouldn't do something like this.

Unless he wants to achieve victory without fighting!

This way of putting pressure on Han Sansan, but conversely, they also know that they are dealing with themselves. Now they use this method, isn't it unusually low-level and foolish

“What do we do now, comrades Why don't we take advantage of their absence and rest for a while before making a run for it tonight It’s not shameful anyway. As the saying goes, a true hero doesn't suffer immediate losses. As long as the mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.” Fu Mang urged hastily.

Those demonic monks, their methods were so cruel that even now, Fu Mang still shivers in fear.

If so many monks came, it would indeed be frightening.

"They dare to read scriptures aloud in public, which proves they are not afraid of us running away!" Han Sanqian shook his head.

"Yes, Fu Mang, don't act impulsively. Perhaps their real purpose is to make us run around like headless flies." Fu Li also hurriedly dissuaded him.

"This won't work, and that won't work either. What are we supposed to do Are we just going to stay in this city and have them chant scriptures for us outside the walls What kind of spiritual guidance is that" Fu Mang shouted dejectedly.

"Yes, let them chant scriptures!" Han Sanqian suddenly smiled and then jokingly glanced at Fu Mang: "Your mind is too agitated. Listening to Buddhist scriptures can calm your mind, you should go to sleep."

Han Sanqian smiled faintly, finished speaking and walked upstairs.

Everyone, led by Fu Mang, was taken aback for a moment. However, seeing Han Sanqian smiling as he went upstairs, what could they do

"Go, go, go, keep watch at the door for me and get some sleep." Fu Mang was utterly dejected, but he still waved his hand to signal everyone to prepare for rest.

Half an hour later, the lights of the wine shop went out again. Han Sanqian and his companions either slept peacefully or lay awake, anxiously unable to sleep. At this moment, a strange aura in the darkness was creeping in quietly...l hunting grounds only open once every five years, and it always attracts ten talented individuals. Plus, there are special invitations given to exceptionally gifted prodigies... Over a thousand years...