Li Qianxiong was leading his men in hot pursuit, almost closing the distance to Yang Jing.
But the figure ahead abruptly stopped. Instead of continuing to flee, he turned and charged straight back at them.
"Hm?"
Li Qianxiong froze.
He could not understand it. His opponent had already broken out of the encirclement and should have been fleeing for his life. How did he dare turn back?
After that brief shock, a savage grin spread across Li Qianxiong's face. "Good! Very good! Since you're courting death, don't even think about leaving Cloud Mountain alive today!"
The bushy-bearded leader beside him glanced behind Yang Jing and suddenly recognized Li Tieyun and the others. His expression changed slightly as he leaned toward Li Qianxiong's ear. "Boss, that's Li Tieyun from the River Gang! His lot came too!"
Li Qianxiong followed his gaze. Sure enough, Li Tieyun stood behind a nearby tree with Liu Maolin in his arms and three subordinates beside him. They were clearly with Yang Jing.
A flicker of bitter hatred flashed through his eyes.
The River Gang and the Flying Horse Bandits had clashed in the Yuhe County area, and Li Tieyun had spoiled his plans several times. He had never expected to run into him here today.
"A pack of capering clowns, daring to tug a tiger's whiskers!"
Li Qianxiong cursed under his breath, his killing intent surging.
But Yang Jing was already upon him. He had no time to consider how to deal with Li Tieyun and could only focus on this brat who had appeared from nowhere.
"Brat, surrender your life!"
Li Qianxiong roared. The muscles in his arms bulged as an earthy yellow glow gathered in his palms once more, his Mountain-Splitting Palm poised to strike.
Yet Yang Jing had no intention of clashing with