Mountain Bandits Have Backers Too

"Hey, scholar, do you want to die or live?"

"Leave behind money to buy your life, or this day next year will be your death anniversary!"

"Leave those two horses too, or don't blame us for showing no mercy!"

Lu Zheng and Shen Ying were speechless. Five bandits without even a trace of blood qi actually dared to rob them so openly? How long had it been since they had encountered villains at the level of ordinary people? The last time seemed to have been those hoodlums who had laid traps for Hu Zhou. "Eh? This woman is so beautiful!"

"Rob her! Snatch her and give her to the fortress chief! He'll definitely reward us!"

"Take the woman! Kill the man!"

"Really kill him?"

"Of course we kill him. We're mountain bandits, not monks!"

"We're mountain bandits! Kill with big blades, eat meat in huge chunks, drink wine from great bowls!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Without even giving Lu Zheng and Shen Ying a chance to beg for mercy or surrender, the five mountain bandits, veterans leading rookies, charged straight at them.

In their eyes, Lu Zheng and Shen Ying's horses were not moving quickly. They did not even need a tripwire—once they rushed forward, they could hack Lu Zheng to death and carry Shen Ying away.

"The red maple forest was stained in blood. So that was how these red leaves came to be."

Lu Zheng sighed softly. Without using any other means, he drew his long sword with a backhand and drifted lightly down from his horse.

His figure flickered from front to back. With a flourish of his sword, the five blades fell to the ground with a series of clangs. The five bandits clutched their wrists, their faces filled with terror, staring dumbfounded.

"A martial artist!"

"A sword