Martial Master

Yun Dongguang couldn't believe the scene before him. These were the Thirteen Bandits, and they just died like that?

He knew these people, so the shock in his heart was the strongest. The Thirteen Bandits—he couldn't even guarantee he could take them down himself. Yet, they died at Qin Chen's hands.

Is he even human?

At that moment, a trace of fear for Qin Chen emerged in his heart. But suddenly, Yun Dongguang snapped back to reality, feeling ashamed and angry inside. A Heaven Saint actually feared an Earth Saint of unparalleled level. He angrily berated himself: Yun Dongguang, what are you thinking?

"This head truly belongs to the first bandit. I have met the first bandit before; there's no way I could be mistaken."

Tian Xing Zhenren trembled as he looked at the first bandit.

He might have struck gold this time.

Other Heaven Saint experts also nodded in agreement, looking at Qin Chen in shock. This was indeed the first bandit. All major forces had bounties on him, so there was no way to mistake it. Each of them was so shocked they nearly had a stroke.

"As for the rest, just check them."

Elder Chu Ye stepped forward, holding a mirror in his hand.

The mirror's light shone on the corpses one by one, displaying their lifelike appearances from the past.

"Hmm?"

Qin Chen was stirred inside. The mirror actually had the effect of bringing souls back, a testament to the myriad treasures of the heavenly works.

"Ah, don't kill me, I hate so much... Qin Chen, even as a ghost, the Thirteen Bandits won't let you go."

From within the mirror came painful voices from before death, like a curse from the underworld, malicious and cruel, making one's hair stand on end.

However, only fragmented sounds remained, not even the scene of how they died, because all the power within these bandits had been extracted by Qin Chen, leaving them unable to revive.

"Hiss!"

"It really is the Thirteen Bandits!"

But even this was enough. Everyone wasn't an idiot. Whether they were the Thirteen Bandits or not was clear.

"Indeed, it is the Thirteen Bandits. Each of them is at the half-step Heaven Saint level. This aura, this voice, can't be imitated by others; it's genuine. But the half-step Heaven Saint's origin within them, along with all their blood, power, and even souls, have been extracted."

Elder Chu Ye finally confirmed that these were indeed the notorious Thirteen Bandits, who repeatedly eluded annihilation.

"How long did it take?

The Thirteen Bandits were all killed?

Is this Qin Chen too formidable, comparable to a peerless Heaven Saint?

No, even an ordinary peerless Heaven Saint wouldn't be able to eradicate the Thirteen Bandits. How did Qin Chen do it?"

After verifying identities, everyone was even more incredulous.

"No, it can't be him who killed them. He's just an unparalleled Earth Saint. No matter how strong, how could he eradicate the Thirteen Bandits?"

"Someone must have helped him from the shadows."

"Could it be that there's some mysterious force supporting this Dust Aristocracy Pavilion from behind?"

Countless speculations and discussions buzzed around, ultimately stemming from disbelief that Qin Chen, an unparalleled Earth Saint, could wipe out the entire Thirteen Bandits.

"Qin Chen, as far as I know, the first bandit's cultivation was sky-high, once a Heaven Saint expert. He also cultivated a secret technique that, once used, could temporarily restore his cultivation to its original level. How did you kill him?"

Only after a long time did Yun Dongguang calm down, fixing his gaze on Qin Chen and asked coldly.

"How I killed him, does it have anything to do with you?

You just need to verify if it's the real body. If it is, then reward accordingly. Would the proud governor of Yunzhou go back on his word?"

Qin Chen sneered.

"You..." Yun Dongguang trembled with rage.

But indeed, the several states had offered a bounty, only asking for results, without specifying how to kill. If he didn't deliver the rewards, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Yun family's reputation might be completely ruined, becoming a laughingstock.