Chapter 12: One Against Two Xiantian! Astral Qi vs. Sniper Rifle

The Black Wind Stronghold had completely taken control of the Xingfeng Sect. Since the opposing side had gone out of their way to capture him, it naturally couldn't be for the death of their second-in-command, Wu Xiong.

It was highly likely they wanted to question him about Chen Feng.

"I hear you are Chen Feng's right-hand man. How did you come to know him? Where is he now?" He Sandao asked.

But Wang Hu remained silent, not saying a word.

Seeing Wang Hu's attitude, the few bandit lackeys nearby immediately prepared to rush up and give him a beating.

He Sandao, however, waved his hand

"I like loyal men like you. If you tell me where Chen Feng is, I can let you work by my side."

Jiang Xiao, standing to the side, also spoke up

"Following Brother He is much more promising than following that Chen Feng. You should think it over carefully. According to the information we've gathered, this Chen Feng is not some descendant of a great family at all; he's just a swindler."

Jiang Xiao could also see that Wang Hu was a tough nut to crack and likely wouldn't talk even if they killed him.

Therefore, he decided to try the soft approach first.

Wang Hu stared at He Sandao and said, "If you want to kill me, then do it! Enough with the nonsense!"

Even when facing an Xiantian expert, he remained unafraid. At worst, it was just death.

The only thing he couldn't bear to leave behind was his old mother.

However, it was basically impossible to make him betray Chen Feng. Not to mention that he didn't know where Chen Feng was, even if he did, he wouldn't say.

When Chen Feng first met him in Liuyang Town, he had given him a hundred taels without a second thought, telling him to take his mother to see a doctor.

Wang Hu had always been grateful to Chen Feng; betraying a friend was something he could not do.

He Sandao's expression turned cold instantly

"It seems you think I'm a pushover."

He Sandao picked up his Blood Demon Blade and plunged it directly into Wang Hu's thigh.

In an instant, Wang Hu's face turned deathly pale; the blood in his body was being rapidly absorbed by the Blood Demon Blade.

Within just a few seconds, Wang Hu felt his body go deathly cold.

"One last chance. Tell me, where is that Chen Feng?"

He Sandao grabbed Wang Hu's head with one hand, his fingers tightening until Wang Hu's skull began to cave in.

At this moment, Wang Hu's eyes were bloodshot and bulging.

If He Sandao applied any more pressure, Wang Hu's head would be crushed instantly.

The surrounding bandits were terrified by He Sandao's methods.

They retreated a few steps instinctively, with only Jiang Xiao still wearing a smile on his face.

As an Xiantian expert, he viewed these low-level martial artists as little more than ants.

Naturally, he felt no sympathy.

Seeing that Wang Hu still refused to talk, He Sandao grew furious. He prepared to crush Wang Hu's head right then and there.

But just then, He Sandao seemed to sense something. His eyes narrowed instantly.

Then, his body was suddenly covered by a layer of pale yellow *qi*.

Almost at the same time.

*BOOM!* A deafening sound rang out!

He Sandao's protective *qi* seemed to collide with something, sparks flew, and he was forced back more than ten steps before he could stop.

When He Sandao finally steadied himself, the *qi* on his body had dimmed significantly.

The sudden turn of events caught the bandits off guard.

They had no idea what had happened; they only heard a loud bang, and their leader had been knocked back over ten steps.

The only one who saw the situation clearly was Jiang Xiao.

His gaze instantly locked onto the top of the distant mine mountain, about eight hundred meters away.

The eyesight of an Xiantian expert was far beyond that of an ordinary person; he saw a figure lying prone on the mountaintop at a glance.

The attack had come from that direction.

*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!*

Several more loud bangs followed, and He Sandao was knocked back again.

He wanted to dodge, but the attacks were too fast, making it impossible for him to escape to a safe distance.

But He Sandao was no ordinary man; he immediately grabbed a bandit and pulled him in front of himself.

Seeing his leader standing behind him, the bandit was confused.

But the next second, a gunshot rang out, and only half of his head remained.

He Sandao immediately shouted

"Brother Jiang, why haven't you attacked yet? This person must be that Chen Feng!"

He Sandao's face was pale.

He was pinned down by Chen Feng's sniper rifle and couldn't reach Chen Feng's position at all.

Eight hundred meters was a distance he could usually cover in no time.

But now, Chen Feng was attacking him with methods he didn't understand, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

Although *qi* could kill from a distance, its range was only a few meters.

Jiang Xiao, standing to the side, reacted immediately. He channeled his internal *qi* and charged toward Chen Feng's position.

Jiang Xiao moved like a cannonball, his speed so fast that he left afterimages behind.

On the mountaintop, Chen Feng, who was operating the sniper rifle, saw Jiang Xiao charging toward him.

His expression was grim.

He knew Xiantian experts were hard to deal with, but he had already fired three shots with the sniper rifle and still hadn't broken through the opponent's protective *qi*.

This guy's defense was simply too thick, but Chen Feng couldn't stop now.

He had to quickly finish off He Sandao before he could deal with the next Xiantian expert.

Chen Feng fired continuously.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the mining area, and the bandits had long since fled in terror.

Even their leader was dodging for his life; how could they dare to stay?

The sight of the bandit who had just had his head blown off was still fresh in their minds.

If they stayed, they would just end up as human shields for their leader.

*BOOM!*

Another bullet hit He Sandao, knocking him back another dozen steps.

Blood was already spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The Remington 700 Chen Feng was using, although firing only 7.62mm bullets, had a muzzle energy of 3,000 joules per shot.

A single bullet was enough to take down a multi-ton elephant.

Even an Xiantian expert with protective *qi* couldn't withstand continuous sniper fire.

Halfway up the mine mountain.

Jiang Xiao was sprinting, his face filled with excitement.

Although he didn't know what weapon Chen Feng was using, it had to be a treasure of the immortals.

At such a distance, just a few attacks had brought He Sandao, an Xiantian mid-stage expert, to the brink of collapse.

Only the legendary treasures of the immortals could have such power.

Moreover, he felt that Chen Feng was not an Xiantian expert.

If Chen Feng were an Xiantian, there would be no need to use an immortal treasure to deal with them from such a distance.

With Xiantian strength, one could use this treasure at close range, and its power would be even more terrifying.

The more he thought about it, the more excited Jiang Xiao became, and his speed slowed down unconsciously.

That's right, he wanted Chen Feng to attack He Sandao more.

If he could kill He Sandao, that would be best; at the very least, he wanted He Sandao to be severely wounded.

That way, he could swallow everything in that secret chamber, including the treasure on Chen Feng.

Once he slaughtered everyone in the Black Wind Stronghold, no one would know he possessed an immortal treasure.

Just as Jiang Xiao was thinking this.

He suddenly felt his foot trip over something—it seemed to be a wire.

Immediately after, a loud explosion occurred, and the fire and smoke from the blast rose up from beneath his feet, swallowing him whole.

A moment later, Jiang Xiao's figure emerged from the smoke of the explosion.

He looked quite disheveled; although he had a layer of *qi* protecting his body, half of his clothes had been blown away.

There were many shrapnel fragments from the grenade embedded in his body, some of which had already pierced into his flesh.