The moment these bandits saw Zhuangyuan Lang trying to tear up the Appointment Document in his hand, they charged at him without the slightest hesitation, swift as lightning. Their movements were fast and fierce; anyone unaware would have thought them battle-hardened veterans.
Yet Chen Xiaofan, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines all along, finally resolved to intervene.
After all, he simply could not stand such behavior—ganging up on the few and bullying the weak, especially when their target was a frail scholar with no power to fight back.
Just as those bandits were about to strike Zhuangyuan Lang, Chen Xiaofan made his move without warning. Like a rocket, he stood before Zhuangyuan Lang within a single breath, blocking both the attack and the Appointment Document Zhuangyuan Lang had been about to tear apart.
The bandits were instantly thrown into confusion by Chen Xiaofan's actions. Caught off guard, they were all blasted away by the overwhelming pressure radiating from him.
As though ambushed, the bandits flew backward in an instant, then crashed miserably to the ground, landing face-first in the dirt. The pain was unbearable, and they kept groaning and complaining on the ground.
The bandits were filled with curiosity and doubt. Which bastard had the gall to eat a bear's heart and a leopard's guts, daring to ruin their good thing at such a critical moment? How utterly hateful!
They focused their eyes and saw a young Young Master standing opposite them. Dressed in flowing white robes, he stood tall and straight, carefree and unrestrained, like an exiled immortal descended from the heavens. He was handsome and distinguished, with extraordinary features.
"You little brat who crawled out of who knows where, you actually dare block the path of us brothers? Are you tired of living?!" one of the