Just as Yang Zhenshan and Yu Qingyi returned to Lingxi Mountain, Nanxia County was plunged into chaos.
The night fell, and Nanxia County seemed as peaceful as ever. Lanterns swayed by the roadside, casting a gentle glow on the green stone streets, with occasional pedestrians strolling by.
Suddenly, a flurry of hurried footsteps shattered the tranquility. A group of burly Martial Artists surged out from the shadows, their faces masked with black cloths, eyes gleaming with menace, as they flooded into the Martial Cultivator workshop.
The leader, a robust figure, held a long blade that shimmered in the moonlight, exuding a chilling aura. His gaze swept across the various shops in the workshop, eyes filled with greed and madness.
"Brothers, our chance to get rich has arrived!"
"Kill!"
In an instant, the workshop descended into chaos. The marauders, like ravenous wolves, smashed open shop doors, slaughtered at will, and seized various treasures in frenzy.
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