"At least a few hundred..."
"Worthless scum, she's worth thousands!"
Mo Hua got angry.
How dare they target his little martial sister?
Bai Zisheng got even angrier.
He didn't waste words, directly drawing his long spear, his pale golden Spiritual Power stirring as he moved like a phantom, easily penetrating the thighs of the bandits before him, forcing them to kneel.
Then he sheathed his spear and started beating them with his fists.
From drawing his spear to throwing his punches, it all happened in the blink of an eye.
The bandits were in an uproar, which then turned into rage:
"What an arrogant brat!"
"Let's get him together!"
"Take them down!"
"Sell them to the slavers!"
...
The other bandits also rushed together.
Some circled Bai Zisheng, while others charged at Mo Hua.
Bai Zisheng remained calm, his Spiritual Power surging, his fist strikes formidable, fighting in all directions.
As a descendant of a noble clan, at the peak of the Qi Refining Ninth Level, with supreme Martial Arts and Spells, and often sparring with Mo Hua, he had little trouble dealing with these ragtag bandits.
Though there were many bandits, they fought each individually, without coordination or strategy, and gradually, they were defeated one by one.
Some came at Mo Hua as well.
Mo Hua, riding on Big White, flicked his fingers, and Fireball Techniques flew out one after another, knocking down all the bandits who approached.
There wasn't any bandit that a single Fireball Technique couldn't solve.
If it didn't work, then another was on its way!
Only one fish slipped through the net, managing to get within ten feet of Mo Hua in the gap between Fireball Techniques.
But before he could act, Big White kicked out and sent him flying.
The bandit was kicked like a sandbag, smashing into the mountain wall, and then falling to the ground with his bones shattered to pieces.
Big White nuzzled Mo Hua with its head as if to take credit.
Mo Hua embraced Big White's neck with a hand, smiling:
"Today we'll grab some extra grass to treat you!"
Big White gave a contented "whinny" in response.
In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the group of bandits had been utterly defeated, all lying on the ground moaning in pain.
A few who tried to run were fixed in place by Mo Hua's Water Prison Technique, then caught up with by Bai Zisheng, who impaled each one with his spear.
Bai Zisheng was still unsatisfied, "Dare to covet my sister?"
He then beat up several leaders of the bandits once more.
Mo Hua thought about it and decided he should exercise his muscles as well, so he drew out the Thousand Jun Stick and joined in on the beating.
Though they weren't beaten to death, they were nearly there.
After the beating, Bai Zisheng, seeing their pitiful state, wondered:
"Isn't this a bit too excessive?"
Mo Hua shook his head, "It's not excessive for such scum."
Bai Zisheng nodded, "True."
Mo Hua raised his pinky finger, concluding:
"Speaking on a smaller scale, this is called 'punishing evil and promoting good, acting courageously for justice'; speaking on a larger scale, this is contributing to the stability of the Minor Wilderness State Boundary..."
Bai Zisheng exclaimed in shock,
"Mo Hua, you sure can blather on. With your gift of gab, if you ever enter the Taoist Court, you're sure to do well."
He'd beaten a group of bandits out of personal grudge, yet could spin it so righteously.
Mo Hua wasn't pleased, "I'm being honest. I've always told the truth..."
"We're fellow Sect members, who are you trying to fool?"
...
Bai Zixi watched the two bickering with a gentle smile floating in her autumn-water-like eyes.