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Chapter 361: Hmph, you will all die here today.

As time passed, the rain gradually stopped, and stars twinkled in the dark blue sky.

At this moment, the group was locked in a bloody stalemate. Black Impermanence was dressed in tattered clothes, his once magnificent attire now soaked in blood, the torn corners of his garments fluttering in the wind. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with murderous intent.

Fang Xiaoxiao's face was covered in a mixture of blood and rain, her forehead wound was shocking, but her eyes remained defiant. Pei Yan's arms were crisscrossed with knife marks, his muscles taut, as he endured the excruciating pain.

The burly man, panting heavily, his armor tattered, remained resolute in his fight. Corpses littered the surrounding area, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

Black Impermanence, panting heavily, roared viciously, "Hmph, you will all die here today!"

Fang Xiaoxiao wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said with a contemptuous smile, "You're the one who's going to die. Today is your last day!" Then she winked at Pei Yan, and the two were of one mind.

Fang Xiaoxiao said sternly again, "You villain, you will pay the price for your crimes!"

Black Impermanence laughed wildly: "Only a bunch of fools like you will die!"

While he was laughing, Pei Yan threw a flying knife, but it was blocked by Hei Wuchang's sword.

Just as Hei Wuchang was feeling smug, Fang Xiaoxiao seized the opportunity and shot out a flying knife, which accurately pierced his body.

Black Impermanence was shocked. Pain contorted his features, cold sweat poured down his face, and he finally couldn't help but let out a painful groan.

After Hei Wuchang was stabbed by Fang Xiaoxiao's flying knife, Pei Yan, just in case, shot out another flying knife.

Black Impermanence clutched his wound, blood gushing out, and cursed, "You despicable scoundrels, using sneak attacks!"

Fang Xiaoxiao replied dismissively, "There's no need to be fair and square when dealing with you!"

Pei Yan said, "You have committed many evils, and your death day has come!"

The big man and his men were surprised. Some said this was against the rules of the martial arts world, but Pei Yan said that there were no rules when it came to life and death.

Black Impermanence eventually died, and the group decided to rush to the armory in the northern suburbs of the city overnight.

The night was pitch black, the roads were muddy, and the wind was blowing wildly.

Upon arrival, Fang Xiaoxiao offered to treat the wounds of Da Han and the others, but Da Han did not believe her, and his subordinates also questioned her.

Fang Xiaoxiao insisted, and the general guarding the city came over and praised Fang Xiaoxiao's superb medical skills.

After some hesitation, the burly man agreed, and Fang Xiaoxiao immediately began treating everyone's wounds with practiced skill. The atmosphere inside the armory was tense and solemn, but she remained focused and meticulous, her forehead beaded with sweat yet she continued working methodically.

She would sometimes gently press the acupoints of the injured person, her fingers like nimble elves, each touch relieving the injured person's pain just right.

Sometimes he would soothe them gently in a low voice, his voice like a warm spring breeze, gradually calming their anxious hearts.

Just then, a figure stumbled into the house, accompanied by panicked shouts.

"It's bad! We've spotted a group of bandits heading this way aggressively!"

Everyone who heard this was shocked.

Fang Xiaoxiao's brows furrowed instantly, and a resolute glint flashed in her eyes.

A moment later, her clear and decisive voice rang out.

"Strike first! We cannot sit idly by and wait to be killed!"

She turned to the commander guarding the city and gave him quick and clear instructions.

"General, please take your men to the armory immediately to retrieve the gunpowder and put it into bottles, in preparation for battle!"

As soon as Fang Xiaoxiao finished speaking, the group of burly men all looked at her with disdain and skepticism, feeling that she was clearly making random arrangements.

The burly man frowned, his rough voice booming like muffled thunder.

"What do you know, young girl! Don't give us any nonsense advice. We don't believe your gibberish!"

Several of his men beside him echoed his sentiments, one of them shouting.

"Hmph, you little brat, what do you know about military strategy and tactics? Don't cause trouble here!"

The other person scoffed.

"That's right, that's right! Don't think that just because you saved our wounds you can interfere in this war!"

Even the general guarding the city looked troubled and hesitant, and spoke haltingly.

"Miss Fang, your idea is really unwise. Using that wine bottle to store gunpowder is a complete waste of this invaluable substance. Don't act rashly!"

Fang Xiaoxiao, however, had a tense face and wide eyes. She stared directly at everyone without flinching and said sternly.

"The situation is extremely critical at this moment, and there is no time for you to hesitate! If you follow my plan, it will surely have a miraculous effect!"

After swiftly treating the injuries of the group, Fang Xiaoxiao didn't stop for a moment and hurriedly followed the city's garrison commander to the armory.

As soon as she entered the armory, Fang Xiaoxiao rolled up her sleeves and began working intently.

She was focused, her eyes fixed on the gunpowder and wine bottle in front of her, her slender fingers skillfully manipulating them.

She carefully poured the gunpowder into the bottle little by little, her movements gentle and precise, as if she were handling the most precious and fragile treasure in the world.

She would stop and observe after each pour to ensure the amount of gunpowder was just right.

This action aroused Pei Yan's curiosity, and he stepped forward and asked in confusion.

"Xiao Xiao, what exactly is the purpose of your actions?"

Fang Xiaoxiao raised her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with confidence, and explained to everyone while continuing what she was doing.

"Gentlemen, this is my carefully prepared secret weapon, called a grenade."

Simply seal the bottle tightly, cleverly attach a fuse, and when needed, throw it—the force will be immense!

Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in uproar.

The big man's eyes widened, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Young lady, are you dreaming? There's no such thing as a magical object!"

One of his men joined in the shouting.

"That's right, don't try to fool us at this critical moment!"

Another subordinate shook his head repeatedly.

"I don't believe it, how could it have any power!"

At this moment, Pei Yan's expression hardened, and he solemnly took out the token that the prefect had given him before his death from his bosom. He said in a firm and unquestionable tone, "Listen to Fang Xiaoxiao's arrangements! Anyone who disobeys will be punished according to military law!"

Seeing this, everyone, though unwilling and grumbling, had no choice but to comply.

The burly man kept muttering, "Will this even work? I don't think it's any hope!"

One of his men also looked miserable: "Oh no, we're doomed. We're probably going to lose our lives here today!"

On the mountaintop of the Armory in the northern suburbs, a howling wind swept across the hill, as if it were the prelude to war.

Fang Xiaoxiao stood tall and straight on the high place, her gaze cold and firm as she watched the mountain bandits gradually approaching from the foot of the mountain.

On the horizon, the setting sun, like blood, dyed the entire sky crimson.

The dim light cast a feeble shadow over the barren land, offering no warmth whatsoever to the impending fierce battle.

At the foot of the mountain, the shouts of the bandits carried on the wind, like the howls of a chaotic dance of demons, sending chills down one's spine. The sound of horses' hooves broke the silence, as if the earth itself was trembling, heavy and rapid.

Holding several grenades, Fang Xiaoxiao walked steadily toward the edge of the mountaintop.

Her figure appeared somewhat frail in the fierce wind, but her straight spine contained boundless strength.

Down the mountain, a group of bandits rode swift horses, brandishing gleaming broadswords. Their ferocious faces appeared even more sinister and terrifying in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The bandit leader roared at the top of his lungs.

"Those on the mountaintop, surrender obediently, and perhaps we'll spare your lives!"

Fang Xiaoxiao snorted coldly, her clear voice cutting through the wind.

"If you have the guts, come and attack! Let's see who has the last laugh!"

After saying that, she lit the fuse of a grenade, swung her arm with all her might, and the grenade shot out like a black lightning bolt, landing accurately among the bandits.

With a loud "bang," flames shot into the sky, as if to set the entire sky ablaze.

The powerful shockwave, like a raging beast, instantly overturned the surrounding bandits.

The horses were startled and neighed as they ran wildly in all directions. Some of the bandits were blown to pieces, their blood splattering in the firelight, and their shrill screams piercing the sky.

The remaining bandits were terrified by the sudden explosion, their arrogant demeanor vanished instantly, and they were thrown into chaos.

But under the leader's fierce pressure, some of the ruthless bandits gritted their teeth and continued to charge.

Fang Xiaoxiao showed no fear, her eyes focused and sharp. She quickly lit another grenade and threw it again when the opportunity arose.

"Boom!" Another earth-shaking tremor shook the mountain. The bandits at the front, along with their horses, were blasted into the air before crashing down, their limbs and bodies scattered all over the ground.

Thick smoke filled the air, and the pungent smell made people want to vomit.

The bandits' attack rhythm was completely disrupted. They stared in horror at the tragic scene before them, and fear spread rapidly in their hearts like weeds.

Taking advantage of the situation, Fang Xiaoxiao threw grenades one after another. Each explosion was like a final judgment, ruthlessly reaping the lives and courage of the bandits.

Just as a bandit raised his knife, preparing to charge up the mountain, he was blown to smithereens by the immense power of a grenade.

Some bandits were even thrown into the air by the blast wave, crashing heavily onto the rocks and unable to move.