Chapter 915: The Return Of Raiders Of All But God!

Yun Yang and the other three spent the next few days together. As the days passed, Lan Ruojun, Ren Qingkuang, and Shi Wuchen grew even more impressed and even more reluctant to leave their leader!

Even though Yun Yang's cultivation base might pale in comparison to their own, his knowledge of the martial arts could easily surpass anyone. A random quote of his could easily make those two feel like they had been showered with new, undiscovered insights.

At times, his unusual views on certain matters also made those two feel as if they had been struck by moments of epiphany.

In private, Lan Ruojun — who thought of himself as a pretty resourceful person — had admitted to Ren Qingkuang, "He might be younger than us by a few years, but our leader is a man with a vision — a man who would contemplate every step before he makes the move. I'm nowhere near his level, that I admit..."

"Our leader is clearly a man with foresight. What did you say his title was — Supreme Cloud? Supreme Wit is more befitting."

"Our boss is Supreme First, and that shouldn't be ridiculed with. If our boss can constantly devise plans of such quality, we can achieve great heights in terms of devising schemes and plans that are of value. Although we might not have the strength and numbers, for now, we still have a bright future ahead of us!"

"As long as we proceed steadily and surely, we'll definitely achieve glory one day!"

This was what Lan Ruojun said to Ren Qingkuang, and the latter was not one who would doubt whatever Lan Ruojun said. Instead, he was even more determined to make that a reality.

It was precisely this mentality that prompted the two of them to strive to perform their best, and the most direct way to do so was none other than a satisfying battle.

We should hurry to establish our presences! Whatever it was, Shi Wuchen cannot be ahead of us!

"Boss, when are we going to start getting things done?" Ren Qingkuang rubbed his palms and ground his fists together.

"Today!"

"Today? That's great then, what's the primary business of our sect?" Lan Ruojun asked, interested.

"Simple - we rob!"

"Rob?"

Yun Yang flashed a toothy grin. "Precisely! We're going to rob! The two of us are what you would know as... Raiders Of All But God!"

"Damn! You two are Raiders of All But God!"

The two of them were genuinely shocked.

"Our target this time is still within the vicinity of Swallow's Hill... Every single martial folk!"

Yun Yang waved. "Let's move!"

With three Saint Level experts tagging along to go about their plundering activities, Yun Yang was filled with confidence.

In reality, Yun Yang was just a step away from being a Saint Level Practitioner. He was already dreaming of attaining an awakening and to ascend into the next level so he could keep up with his three new subordinates. After all, it definitely does not ring well to be a leader who has the worst cultivation strength in the sect!

There was still another reason behind their urgency to do the job; the air of karma received after killing disciples under sects with Celestial Luck Banners was unexpectedly rich and thick. This got Yun Yang thirsting for the next battle.

According to Yun Yang's rough estimation, every Celestial Luck Banner disciple killed was equivalent to killing a hundred evil troublemakers in the Tianxuan Continent... If that was the case, the probability of self-ascension was almost a hundred times better than before. Improvement in cultivation was something that could be highly expected.

However, the matter that Yun Yang couldn't seem to get his head around was this; why was the air of karma in this realm so rich, and what sort of karmic repercussions had occurred here to cause such a phenomenon?

There must be a reason behind this, but currently, Yun Yang felt that he was incapable of knowing that reason, and he was not interested to find out!

Now, the utmost priority was to strengthen himself. As for the rest, well — he would cross that bridge when he came to it!

The four of them set out with great strength and numbers... actually, not very much, from the looks of it.

When they turned around occasionally, they noted that the construction of the Residence was almost done.

The little fatty now had stopped overseeing the work — after all, he already had many hands on deck. The days became easier, and he easily put on a few more pounds in the blink of an eye.

The structure was already up in short order.

Now, it was all up to the leaders and how much resources they could return with.

The little fatty was even starting to make preparations for the recruitment of new members into the sect...

...

As soon as the four men with concealed faces showed themselves at the entrance of Swallow's Hill, they went about their plundering activities with the tenacity of a monstrous whirlwind.

The first and foremost seven to eight people were completely raided within seconds.

"Raiders of All But God is here!"

"Raiders of all But God has returned!"

Those with lower cultivation bases promptly fled in all four directions. They scurried away for their lives, wishing begrudgingly that they were born with an extra pair of legs.

What the hell, didn't the Raiders of All But God only consist of two men? Aren't they called the Black and White Ruthless Duo? How did they suddenly become four? Black and White Ruthless Duo, doubled?

"How brazen, that's pretty cocky of them!"

Gu Jiuxiao could not stop himself from heaving helpless sighs.

The two powerful Royal Saints couldn't help but suck in their cheeks in futility upon seeing those four people stationing themselves along all four directions of the four-way junction.

Don't you think that your raiding approach is a little too gutsy?

Can you fellows get even bolder than this?

The Raiders of All But God appeared once more in the mortal world with twice the number of their original forces. It was the original Black and White Ruthless Duo — with double the offensive power!

In just one day, fifteen waves of passers-by had been robbed blind by these four men!

These fellows did not rob blindly by going after simply anybody. If they chanced upon strong opponents, they would turn themselves around and walk away promptly without a second thought!

They would disappear in the blink of an eye, leaving nothing behind.

However, if they chanced upon weaker practitioners, they would swarm against them and beat them up, using their sheer numbers to bully the weak. After giving them a good round of beatings, apprehending them and relieving them of their possessions, they would take off!

Hence, a few Honor Level men claimed to suffer from blurry vision, despite not noticing the slightest of silhouettes. They were beaten up — duang, duang, duang! — suffering from an unidentifiable pain from head to toe, only to have their riches stripped off them entirely.

After regaining consciousness, they found themselves cloaked only in their undergarments, devoid of anything else. It was literally 'having nothing apart from themselves'— they were only left with a head circling with stars.

Some experts of Saint Level Two or Three would come forward to ease the dire situation. If they bumped into the bandits, they would chase after them persistently, but mysteriously they would soon find themselves stepping on nothing in the midst of the pursuit. Wind and sand would suddenly arise, obscuring the sky and the sun and soon, their vision...

Under mysterious circumstances, the peak of the mountain would suddenly give way, and smoke would crawl in from all directions. In some cases, the trees in their path would suddenly grow unusually thick — anybody was bound to smack into them if they sped forward. If they did not encounter all of the above, they would soon find themselves attacked by a sudden torrent of water which would forcefully obstruct their path. What the hell is going on? This was a piece of flat land, for hell's sake...

To sum it up, countless methods and ideas had been put up to keep these experts from pursuing them!

By the time they had successfully disentangled themselves from the extraordinary obstacles, the bandits were nowhere to be seen. Those four men of the Raiders of All but God were already far from here — long gone!

"Gah, these fellows are just too sneaky!"

"That's right, where in the world did they even emerge from?"

"They would surround you in the quickest possible moment, and take off as quickly as they came. Not a single strike did we manage to lay on them, and now they're on the other side of the world... What the hell, are they actually assassins or bandits?"

"How more crafty can these petty thieves get?"

"They rehearsed their strategy pretty well, didn't they?"

After some silent contemplation, a Saint Level Three expert began to speak. "The only thing that can be done now is to evacuate everybody from here. It does more harm than good to have too many people here, for it would only hinder our plans to wipe the bandits out by encircling them."

"Everything else aside, this is a place with too many low-level targets who had no sense of teamwork — aren't they practically sitting ducks waiting to be served up at the table?"

After a discussion between a few high-level practitioners, an order was declared — an order to rid this land of low-level practitioners.