But the next second!
When the bandits finally saw the full formation stretching across the mountain road.
Every last one of them froze stiff on the spot.
Their pupils contracted sharply, and their breathing stopped in an instant.
The several hundred bandits who had been shouting and roaring moments ago fell silent at once, quiet as a flock of crows.
At the head of that long procession, which appeared to be refugees fleeing disaster.
A thousand martial artists in fitted uniforms stood in neat formation, their iron armor gleaming, their Killing Intent soaring to the heavens.
A thousand armored cavalry stood solemnly upon the mountain road, their Vital Blood as deep as an abyss, their blades and spears cold and grim. Their murderous aura instantly smothered the entire forest.
Wave after wave of majestic pressure, far beyond that of ordinary martial artists, came crushing down!
The ferocious greed on bandit chief Wang Da's face shattered in an instant, replaced by terror and blank disbelief.
His legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed straight onto the ground.
And it was not only him.
The hundreds of bandits behind him, great and small alike, trembled in hand and foot. Their blades and clubs drooped to the ground, their faces filled with utter incredulity as their minds completely shut down.
Something was wrong! Far too wrong!
Nine parts out of ten, something was wrong.
How was this a group of refugees fleeing disaster?
What group of refugees could afford to have a thousand elite armored cavalry clearing and guarding the way for them?
Bandit chief Wang Da stared wide-eyed at the scene before him. Stormy waves rose in his heart as he muttered frantically to himself.
"Wh... what is going on?"
"This group clearly has families in tow, commoners traveling alongside them, carts