The Heavens begin by inheriting their grandfather's cheat ability

Chapter 42 Without a word, he drew his sword and killed.

On Black Wind Ridge Island, Shi Zhongyu was dressed in a moon-white brocade outfit with a wide black belt around his waist.

He had the Cold Cloud Sword hanging on his left side and a small sheepskin money bag on his right, containing dry food and loose silver for easy access during the journey.

Shi Zhongyu wore a plain-colored headband that neatly tied his hair back, with a few wisps of hair framing his forehead, giving him a rather carefree appearance.

Before entering Black Wind Ridge, Shi Zhongyu always wore a straw hat.

After entering, he casually took off his straw hat.

The boy's exposed face caused some people to look down on him.

They thought he was just a rebellious teenager who had run away from home.

After Shi Zhongyu entered the Black Wind Ridge road, the escort team followed.

The lead镖师 (bodyguard/escort) and his guards all had solemn expressions.

Everyone's hands were on the knife handles, ready to respond to any unexpected situations.

Two young men accompanied the bodyguard.

One of the young men, looking at the hoofprints ahead, whispered to the镖师 (bodyguard/escort): "镖首 (bodyguard/escort), that young man is too ruthless. He basically left no survivors among the bandits and thieves along the way."

The other person nodded repeatedly.

"Having traveled the martial world for many years, this is the first time I've seen such a ruthless young man. I wonder where he came from."

The bodyguard shook his head.

"Never mind that, our priority is ensuring the safety of the goods!"

The group continued to move forward slowly.

They had only walked a few steps when they saw three corpses lying on the road.

One of the young men went forward to examine the body and discovered that it had a wolf head tattoo on its face.

"Chief镖师 Shi, these are bandits from the Twin-Headed Dragon Mountain stronghold!"

Shi Biaotou stepped forward and inspected the area.

He discovered a sword wound on the neck of each of the three corpses.

He squinted.

"It was that boy who did it."

The young man beside him remarked, "That boy is truly fearless, like a newborn calf!"

Chief镖师 raised his hand.

"Let's go, follow them!"

The convoy continued on its way.

Along the way, they were horrified to find a body lying on the roadside every now and then.

All of these corpses had their throats slit by a single sword strike.

Chief镖师 Shi gripped the longsword in his hand; he too could deliver a fatal blow.

He knew he couldn't make every sword mark on his body exactly the same.

"Keep going!"

Ahead, Shi Zhongyu, carrying a sword, slowly moved forward, pulling on the reins.

Ahead of him were seven figures fleeing in disarray.

Each of the seven people ran with all their might towards the village.

They dared not stop, for if they did, they would be killed by the demon behind them.

Shi Zhongyu silently followed behind the tour guides.

He wasn't worried about not being able to find the Twin-Headed Dragon Mountain Stronghold.

Fifteen minutes later, Shi Zhongyu noticed a mountain stronghold appearing ahead.

The seven people who were fleeing also saw the mountain stronghold.

Hope shone in their eyes.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

One of them quickened his pace.

The next moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded behind them.

The person running in the lead looked back and was horrified by what he saw.

The demon on horseback stabbed the last brother to death with a single sword stroke.

Run! Run! Run!

Run, you dead leg!

He gritted his teeth and ran forward with all his might.

When he arrived at the gate of the mountain stronghold and saw his brothers guarding the entrance, he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

puff!

The man lowered his head, staring in disbelief at the tip of the sword that had pierced his chest.

He turned around and saw a cold, indifferent face.

The face didn't even look at him; instead, it was fixed on the mountain stronghold in front of him.

Meanwhile, the four bandits guarding the entrance to the stronghold looked on in shock and anger.

They were squatting on the doorstep chatting idly, discussing which woman they would play with that night.

The next moment, they heard the sound of horses' hooves.

When they looked over, they saw a horse chasing after their brothers who had gone out to guard the mountain path that day.

Before they could react, the boy on horseback stabbed the last brother to death at their gate!

"You're asking for it!"

A fierce glint instantly flashed in the eyes of the four men. They immediately stood up, grabbed their steel knives, and surrounded him.

These four men were all burly and strong, holding cold steel knives in their hands, and exuding a fierce aura.

Shi Zhongyu glanced at the four people, but without saying a word, he moved again.

In less than three breaths, all four bandits who had rushed up were lying on the ground.

Some bandits in the village noticed this scene and immediately cried out in alarm.

"Someone has trespassed on the mountain!"

The shouts were followed by a tremor in the village.

Dozens of bandit thugs rushed out.

They rushed in quickly, and they died the quickest.

A ghostly figure passed through the dozens of swordsmen.

The next moment, all the knife-wielders fell to the ground, lifeless.

The dozen or so knife-wielders who rushed up behind them stopped in shock, staring at the boy before them, too afraid to advance any further.

These people didn't step forward, but Shi Zhongyu drew his sword and charged into the hands of the knife-wielders.

"Run!"

The knife-wielders were terrified and fled in all directions.

They thought they were fast, but they couldn't outrun the ghostly figure behind them.

Just as Shi Zhongyu was getting into the swing of things, a roar echoed throughout the mountain stronghold.

"How dare they! They killed our brother while we were away!"

Shi Zhongyu pulled his sword from one of the bandits and looked toward the source of the sound.

Two men who looked almost identical appeared in front of him.

Both men were burly and strong, exuding an aura of savagery and ferocity.

One of them was wielding a nine-ringed saber, while the other was holding a crescent-shaped shovel.

Shi Zhongyu looked at the two of them and spoke for the first time.

"Are you Zhou Long and Zhou Hu?"

The one holding the nine-ringed saber was Zhou Hu. He stared with eyes as big as copper bells, and the saber in his hand was pointing diagonally at the ground.

His eyes were filled with rage as he looked at Shi Zhongyu.

He had just glanced at them and saw that more than forty of his brothers were gone.

"Kid, what kind of skill is it to bully my brothers who only know rudimentary kung fu?"

Shi Zhongyu gave a soft hum.

"Then what skills do you have for robbing civilians and abducting young girls?"

Before Zhou Long could say anything more, Zhou Hu, who was holding a crescent shovel beside him, spoke up.

"You've come here specifically for us, haven't you?"

Shi Zhongyu glanced at Zhou Hu.

He shook the Cold Cloud Sword in his hand.

"Since you already know, then I won't waste any more words."

As soon as Shi Zhongyu finished speaking, he flashed forward like an arrow released from a bow, rushing towards the two of them.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the Cold Sky Sword transformed into a cold sword light that shot straight toward Zhou Long's heart.

Zhou Long never expected that Shi Zhongyu was even less chivalrous than the bandits, and would attack without warning.

Especially since the opponent is too fast!

He hastily raised his steel knife to parry.

With a crisp clang, Zhou Long felt his arm go numb and involuntarily took two steps back.

Seeing this, Zhou Hu immediately grabbed his crescent shovel and swung it at Shi Zhongyu's head, trying to crack Shi Zhongyu's skull open!

His moves were ruthless, carrying the malice of years of evil deeds.

Shi Zhongyu swayed and dodged the attack, then stabbed Zhou Hu in the forearm with his other hand.

With a tearing sound, the skin was split open.

Zhou Hu, in pain, roared and swung his crescent shovel horizontally, but Shi Zhongyu dodged it and then the tip of his sword precisely pierced his heart.

"Second brother!"

Seeing this, Zhou Long felt a surge of anger explode in his mind!

He swung his sword fiercely, the blade carrying a sharp gust of wind, aiming straight for the jade face in the stone.

Shi Zhongyu touched the ground with his toes and leaped into the air, dodging the blade while simultaneously slashing his longsword diagonally downwards, precisely striking Zhou Long's neck.

Zhou Long's pupils contracted sharply. He was about to speak when he lost his balance and collapsed to the ground, blood gushing out.

Shi Zhongyu glanced at the two people lying in pools of blood, then looked at the others.

"devil!"

"Run!"

Terrified, the bandits scattered and fled.

Shi Zhongyu's eyes were cold. After casually killing several people, he entered the mountain stronghold.

After he wandered around for a while, a group of ragged women appeared behind him.

This time, however, Shi Zhongyu's face turned ashen.

These bandits deserve to die.

He saw some severed finger remains in the kitchen of the mountain stronghold, as well as a leather bag hanging on the wall.

Shi Zhongyu led the women outside the mountain village.

Shi Zhongyu then lit a fire and led the women down the mountain.

On the Black Wind Ridge mountain path, Chief Escort Shi, who was on high alert, suddenly spotted a large fire burning.

"That is..."

"The Two-Headed Dragon Mountain Stronghold!"

"Did they commit a fire?"

"Hurry, hurry, let's get through quickly! If the mountain stronghold is on fire, those bandits definitely won't rob us!"

The group quickened their pace.

They walked for less than fifteen minutes before suddenly stopping.

Ahead of them, the boy was blocking the road with a group of ragged women.