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Chapter 379 The Miserable Death of the Crimsom Shadow Bandits - Part 1



The rhythmic pounding of hammers and the shouts of foremen filled the air at the once quiet crossroads.

Dust swirled lazily as thousands of laborers, their bodies slick with sweat and grime, toiled under the blazing sun, constructing the towering black pagoda.

The sharp clang of metal against stone reverberated in all directions, cutting through the stillness of the surrounding desert landscape.

The black pagoda, though still in its early stages, already dominated the horizon. Rising from a foundation of dark stone, its ominous silhouette hinted at the power and mystery it would one day hold.

Workers scaled scaffolding, moving swiftly, balancing on thin beams as they hammered the massive slabs of stone into place.

At the forefront of the construction site, the five most powerful clans in Dongping City kept a close eye on the work.

"Faster! Push harder!" bellowed the supervising head of the Feng Clan, his voice cutting through the din.

His stern gaze swept over his men as he promised, "Triple your bonuses if we finish our section before anyone else!"

Nearby, the Wei Clan supervising head, known for his ruthlessness, was not to be outdone.

"Double the food rations for any man who works through the night!" he shouted, his eyes never leaving the workers as they strained against the weight of the heavy stones.

The tension between the clans was palpable. Though they were all working toward the same goal—the construction of the Celestial Heavenly Store's pagoda—there was an undercurrent of rivalry.

Each clan leader knew that earning the favor of the Celestial Heavenly Store would solidify their standing in Dongping City and potentially grant them even greater power.

Failure, on the other hand, could mean losing everything.

Suddenly, the sound of hooves thundered down the quiet roads, growing louder with each passing second.

It was a heavy, relentless beat that shattered the stillness of the afternoon, sending vibrations through the ground. The workers at the crossroads, drenched in sweat from their labor, instinctively paused mid-task.

From a distance, a cloud of dust could be seen, rising like a storm, and within it, the figures of riders galloping at a breakneck pace.

Horses, their manes flowing wildly in the wind, charged forward with unwavering determination.

At the front of the group, a man with a stern, weathered face led the charge—Mr. Hu, his eyes locked forward, every muscle tense with purpose.

"Leader, there are people ahead!" one of the guards shouted over the rush of wind, his voice filled with concern as the figures of the workers became clearer on the horizon.

Mr. Hu didn't flinch, his grip tightening on the reins.

"Stick to the plan!" he barked without hesitation, his voice as steady as the gallop of his horse.

There was no room for distractions, no time to consider those working at the crossroads. Their mission was clear—escape the Crimson Shadow Bandits that pursued them relentlessly through the Boiling Desert.

The workers, now fully aware of the approaching riders, exchanged uncertain glances. Some stepped back from their tasks, unsure of whether to continue working or prepare for something more sinister.

"Who are they?" one of the Sun Clan overseers muttered, his eyes narrowing as he tried to make sense of the riders. "They're moving too fast to be merchants or travelers."

The Mo Clan supervisor stepped forward, his arms crossed as he watched the incoming riders.

"Could be trouble," he said grimly. "But it's not our business. They can pass if they mean no harm."

As Mr. Hu and his men closed the distance to the crossroads, the workers instinctively stepped back, making way for the speeding riders.

They tore through the crossroads, the workers standing frozen, their heads swiveling to watch the group pass in a blur of dust and speed.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

In mere moments, Mr. Hu and his men had crossed the intersection, disappearing over the next ridge without so much as a glance back, heading deep into the Boiling Desert.

But the workers' unease lingered in the air.

They had barely begun to settle back into their tasks when another, more ominous sound began to creep over the horizon—a low, rumbling noise that sent chills down their spines.

It was the sound of more hooves.

Heavier.

Slower.

But there were more of them—many more.

The lead foreman of the Wei Clan narrowed his eyes toward the distant ridge. "This can't be good," he muttered.

And then, like the crack of a whip, the Crimson Shadow Bandits came into view.

Dozens of them. Their red banners flapping violently in the wind, their black armor gleaming under the sun like the fangs of a beast.

The bandits were relentless, their horses snorting and kicking up clouds of dust as they bore down on the crossroads.

Their leader, a grim-faced man with a cruel smile, rode at the front, his eyes locked on the trail left by Mr. Hu and his men.

"Move!" one of the bandits roared as they approached the workers, waving his blade in the air.

The workers scrambled to get out of the way, fear gripping them as the Crimson Shadow Bandits tore through the construction site without slowing.

The supervisors from the clans exchanged worried glances. They had heard the tales—everyone in the region knew about the brutality of the bandits, but since this had nothing to do with them, they shrugged and urged their men to resume their work.

Meanwhile, inside the Boiling Desert, Mr. Hu and his men were proceeding with more caution. This might be a desolate land, but the danger the desert posed could not be underestimated.

Feeling the intense heat, Mr. Hu wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. On the hard ground, numerous cracks where boiling magma seeped through made his heart race.

Jumping off his horse, he approached the carriage. "Young Miss, we need to discard the horses and carriage if we're going to have a chance of losing the Crimson Shadow Bandits."

"Alright," Wu Xia agreed without hesitation.

Quickly, they set their horses loose and continued on foot, rushing deeper into the Boiling Desert while praying that the desert would not erupt with magma.

Shortly after they departed, the Crimson Shadow Bandits appeared at their previous location. One of the bandits jumped off his horse to sniff the air.

"Leader, they went that way," he pointed in the direction where Mr. Hu and the others had gone.

"Good. Hahaha, I can't wait to taste the blood of the Wu Clan's young miss," the leader chuckled evilly, jumping off his horse.

Watching the leader, the bandits dismounted and rushed after their prey.

Rushing through the Boiling Desert, Wu Xia and Mr. Hu began to discover that the temperature was rising at a visible speed.

"Oh no. The magma is coming," Mr. Hu exclaimed, his voice filled with dread. "Run!"

They still had a chance against the Crimson Shadow Bandits, but against the terrifying boiling magma, the only thing awaiting them was death.

Fear and panic marred their faces as they ran with all their might, trying to escape from the rising magma. However, it was impossible, as the magma was rising too quickly.

Climbing a high rock, their faces were filled with dread as they looked at the red boiling liquid below.

"What should we do?" Ye Bi asked with a trembling voice.

Mr. Hu's face turned grim. He had vowed to make his young miss return safely to the clan, but their current situation was beyond his ability.

"Over here!"

Just then, they heard the voice of a boy no older than twelve shouting at them. Turning their heads, they looked in the direction of the boy and noticed that the area around him had little boiling magma compared to theirs.

'How could this be?!' they thought in bewilderment.

Though shocked, Mr. Hu did not hesitate, urging everyone to rush toward the boy.

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