The Might of the Three Flower Lady

"The tiger had become a spirit!"

"It definitely had become a spirit! Otherwise, how could it have grown so huge? And how could it have killed all those armed mountain bandits in just a few strokes?"

"It didn't eat those bandits! It even spared us!"

"Could it be the mountain god of these mountains?"

"Oh, a deity manifested to save us..."

The crowd had yet to recover from their fright, yet they were already clamoring noisily.

"Sir! Sir!"

Some gradually came to their senses, recalling what had just happened. They looked toward Song You and his companions. "May I ask, sir, are you acquainted with that... that..."

"Mountain Lord."

Song You supplied the title.

"Oh, yes, yes! Mountain Lord! Sir, do you know that Mountain Lord?" someone asked.

"We were acquainted many years ago."

"No wonder we often hear of people being harmed by bandits and thieves along this road, yet never once have we heard of this Mountain Lord coming forth to save them. It seems we have all received your kindness, sir!"

As he spoke, the man hurriedly bowed in deep salute.

Only then did the others come back to themselves, quickly following suit.

"Please, do not." Song You shook his head. "You should be paying respects to that Mountain Lord instead."

"Oh, yes, yes..."

The man turned and bowed toward the place where the Mountain Lord had departed.

The others turned as well.

"The mountain bandits have been eliminated, but this is no place to linger." Since earlier, the Daoist had pulled little Jiang Han in front of him and kept her eyes covered. Now he turned to survey the bloody scene around them: corpses smashed into pulp, torsos bitten cleanly in half. The women were crying in terror, while even the men covered their faces, not