Above the vast desert, sandstorms raged incessantly, their mournful cries swirling across the sky before carrying a wisp of sand away into the distance.

The iron hooves of camels thundered.

Sharp eagle cries also echoed from the sky.

The Sand bandits were filled with Killing Intent.

Together, they formed a dangerous, bloody, and thrilling picture of untamed desert wilderness.

It was clear their objective was precise: they were heading straight for the oasis.

"Am I surrounded?"

Feng Yuan had no intention of charging out. He quietly retreated, climbed a tree, and hid his figure within the green shade.

What do martial arts masters fear most?

They fear being surrounded by a large army; amidst thousands of troops, no martial art can be fully unleashed.

There were at least five hundred Sand bandits before him, each fierce, brave, and accustomed to slaughter.

Among them were even some masters, their aura intense and oppressive.

On the other side, several merchant groups resting in the oasis heard the commotion and became alert.

They had a considerable number of people.

Compared to Feng Yuan alone, there was no space to hide in this oasis.

One by one, they drew their bows and nocked arrows, standing ready for battle.

There was no panic like ordinary merchants; instead, they were incredibly calm.

Merchant groups doing business in the desert were accustomed to dealing with Sand bandits. They knew very well that these were fierce and brutal bandits from the desert, who ate human flesh and drank human blood, specializing in robbing passing merchants and even harassing various cities, coming and going like the wind.

For the Sand bandits, what was the greatest joy in life?

It was undoubtedly killing their enemies, invading their land, plundering their wealth, taking their wives and daughters for themselves, listening to their loud cries of pain, and then grinding their favorite children into blood pulp with a stone mill to brew into grape blood wine.

They were like devils from Hell, incredibly cruel.

Only by making the enemy fear them could they leave safely.

"Fire!"

The Purple-Clad Woman from the Black Obsidian Merchant Group gave the command.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Just as the bandits were about to close in, at a distance of about five hundred paces, arrows rained down like a forest.

They shot down the Sand bandits in overwhelming numbers.

She herself drew her bow into a full moon shape, continuously firing at the circling eagles in the sky. These eagles were the eyes of the Sand bandits in this Han Hai Desert; otherwise, no matter where one escaped, they would be pursued by the Sand bandits.

The eagles wailed, blood flowing profusely.

The fifth stage of the Physical Body Realm is the Divine Strength Realm, capable of drawing a thousand-jin strong bow, truly a human weapon.

Martial arts masters who can Breakthrough to the Divine Strength Realm.

Each one is either exceptionally talented or very lucky.

It can even be said that once one has Breakthrough the Divine Strength, they gain the qualification to pursue the Divine Power Realm.

However, the Black Obsidian Merchant Group, including several smaller merchant groups, only totaled one or two hundred people. After a few rounds of arrow rain, only a portion of the Sand bandits were killed or wounded. The remaining Sand bandits, relying on the elite armor of their vanguard, had already charged forward and were almost within reach.

"Kill all the men, knock out the women and take them away!"

Several Sand bandits roared repeatedly.

Their voices spread in all directions.

This was clearly not a disorganized mob; they followed orders almost perfectly and were highly experienced.

The smaller merchant groups immediately fell into a panic.

The numerical disparity and the ferocity of the Sand bandits made them show expressions of despair.

Only the Purple-Clad Woman remained composed, shouting, "Everyone, don't panic! Form a battle formation to entangle those Sand bandits. We only have a chance to survive if our Black Obsidian Merchant Group kills their leader!"

She charged ahead, with many guards following behind. Dozens of Sand bandits had already been cut in half at the waist, and she had forcibly carved out a bloody path.

To shoot a person, first shoot the horse; to catch a thief, first catch the king.

As long as the Sha Bandit Leader was killed, the other Sand bandits would naturally scatter and flee.

For a time, the situation was barely stabilized.

Seeing his subordinates suffering heavy casualties, the Sha Bandit Leader also could not sit still.

Although he understood what the other party was planning, if his own casualties were too heavy, he would be targeted by other Sand bandit forces.

The law of the jungle was the sole theme of the desert.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Feng Yuan leaped down from the tree, splitting a Sand bandit and his camel in half with a powerful strike of his Ling Shuang Sword.

"Why force me?"

He had been hiding perfectly, but these Sand bandits were experienced in searching and gave him no chance at all.

Since it couldn't end peacefully, he could only carve out a bloody path.

Bloody, thrilling, exciting...

All sorts of emotions surged in his heart.

This feeling was as if his entire being had come alive.

Several Sand bandits in the distance saw this scene and quickly drew their bows and nocked arrows, wanting to shoot Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan stood still. He didn't know any sword techniques, so he simply let the Ling Shuang Sword control him. In an instant, all the incoming arrows were blocked and cut one by one, causing no damage whatsoever.

He was not Ren Qianxing from the Demon Sword world, but the Sand bandits were not Arrow Concealment, the descendant of the Arrow God, either.

Then, sword light shot into the sky. The Sand bandits on camels, holding scimitars, a hundred paces away, were swept by this dazzling light. Their scale armor shattered one after another, and then their upper bodies were all severed, blood splattering across the sky.

Ling Shuang Sword fighting on his behalf yielded excellent results.

"Kill!"

Feng Yuan moved like a Dragon, leaping ten paces in a single bound.

At this moment, he was like a harbinger of death, his sword light like a meteor, his aura fierce.

When there were few Sand bandits, he fought himself. When there were many, the Ling Shuang Sword fought on his behalf, and his combat experience continuously improved during this time.

One man, one sword, fighting alone.

The battlefield was the most demanding test of one's spirit and will.

The Sand bandits were fierce, but Feng Yuan was even fiercer, killing wherever he went.

His entire body was drenched in blood.

Of course, during the continuous fighting, some Sand bandits' scimitars also struck his body, leaving deep bloody marks.

But in a blink of an eye, the injuries were healed by the power of the Ling Shuang Sword.

Scars immediately formed.

The Ling Shuang Sword was formed by the fusion of the Demon Sword and the Heart Sword, possessing both the power of the Demon Sword and the healing of the Heart Sword, making it both offensive and defensive.

"This is much more enjoyable than playing Mount & Blade."

Feng Yuan had experience riding horses, so he directly seized a camel.

The efficiency of the slaughter increased.

He could clearly feel the trembling of his muscles, and even clearly feel the bone-chilling pain emanating from deep within his bones. Although the Ling Shuang Sword had healing power, the pain was real and fed back into his mind.

But it was like a massage; although the process was a bit painful, it felt really comfortable afterward.

The medicinal power of the Green God Nutrient Solution also nourished his body, flowing into his heart.

It was like a dual experience of ice and fire.

Between this cold and hot, Feng Yuan gradually felt a wonderful change.

His strength seemed to have improved again.

His sword strikes became sharper and more systematic.

Moving and still, still as a virgin, moving like a startled rabbit, rising like the wind, falling like an arrow, as agile as a civet cat or a monkey.

"Monster! Devil!"

The Sand bandits had never seen such a person, seemingly tireless, with a single-minded desire to kill them all, even more ruthless than themselves.

They scattered in a rush, actually fleeing in disarray.

But Feng Yuan didn't let them go, passionately demonstrating what it meant to strike later and arrive first.

One sword, two swords, three swords.

Headless corpses fell from the camels, their faces filled with horror.

Robbing a merchant group, encountering a new sword practitioner, strong as a monster, fighting with all their might, but unable to win.