Yellow sand swept through the air, dust flying everywhere. On the forest road before Qingyun Mountain, the stench of blood had grown so thick it could not be dispersed.
The Wuzhui Horse beneath Yan Shuangfei was extraordinarily majestic. Its four hooves kicked up clouds of dust as the spear in his hand flashed like lightning, weaving back and forth through the bandits.
The hum of the trembling spearhead had become the death knell the fierce bandits feared most.
In no more than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, more than a dozen bandits had fallen into pools of blood. Some had their throats pierced through by a single thrust, while others had savage wounds torn open in their chests. Corpses lay scattered in every direction across the ground.
Several horses neighed mournfully, nudging their fallen masters with their muzzles, trying in vain to wake them.
"Waaah! Aaah! Aaah! Aaah—!"
A roar of utmost fury exploded over the battlefield like a thunderclap.
Heaven Shaking Tiger Wei Manzi's eyes were bloodshot, his bell-sized gaze fixed tightly on Yan Shuangfei. He looked as though he wanted to swallow him alive and tear him apart.
Seeing the subordinates who had followed him for years being slaughtered by this lone young rider without any power to fight back, and seeing his force of two or three hundred lose a tenth of its men in the blink of an eye, the rage in his chest could no longer be suppressed.
Wei Manzi was a famous fierce Bandit within a hundred miles of these woods. He stood more than eight feet tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, and his hardened external martial arts had reached perfection.
He rode an equally robust Black Mane Horse, and the pair of massive iron hammers in his hands were