A mountain stronghold built of massive stones appeared in Wang Chen's field of vision.
The stone stronghold had been constructed in an exceptionally clever location, wedged between two towering peaks that pierced the clouds. A waterfall hung above it, a secluded valley lay hidden below, and forests that blotted out the sky concealed it from view. It was extremely difficult to discover.
There was only one road leading to the stronghold, hidden amid dense grass and winding deep into the perilous mountains.
Without knowing the situation or being familiar with the terrain, finding it amid the vast Hundred Thousand Great Mountains would be like fishing for a needle in the sea.
This was the lair of the Azure Peak Bandits!
Wang Chen had naturally never been here before, but he had brought a guide.
"M-my lord."
The guide said tremblingly, "Azure Peak Stronghold is just ahead. Y-you..."
Wang Chen naturally knew what the other man wanted to say. Smiling, he said, "Don't worry. I keep my word. If I said I wouldn't kill you, then I definitely won't."
In the earlier battle, Wang Chen had already utterly crushed the Azure Peak Bandits' main force and even slain two fifth-tier Martial Sect leaders.
The guide before him was an ordinary bandit Wang Chen had deliberately spared.
The Azure Peak Bandits had run rampant through the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains for more than a decade, frequently plundering merchants traveling the Heavenly Road. Who knew how much wealth they had amassed?
Now that most of them had been wiped out, Wang Chen naturally had to reap the spoils.
Otherwise, wouldn't all that effort have been wasted?
The bandit guide immediately felt as though he had been granted a pardon. Overwhelmed with gratitude, he said, "Thank you, thank you, my lord!"
The next instant,