A rider and his horse were galloping down the official road.
Suddenly, a cold glint flashed, shooting straight toward the man on horseback!
"Neigh!"
The man pulled the reins, and the horse stopped abruptly with a shrill whinny. The cold glint grazed his face as it flew past-it was an arrow.
"Who's there!"
The rider was Chen Lin. After encountering the members of the Prayer Cult, he had left Tong City.
To conceal his identity as a cultivator, he had bought a horse and followed the main road instead of flying. He had never expected to run into highwaymen.
He had noticed the bandits long ago. There were five of them, hiding behind a hill, but since he was posing as an ordinary man, he had refrained from killing them with spells.
"Well, well, looks like he knows a few moves. That's a fine body, though. Take him back, and he'll keep the chief entertained for a good while!"
"Hahahaha!"
The five bandits sprang out and surrounded Chen Lin. One man carrying a Ghost-Head Broadsword made the teasing remark, drawing loud laughter from the others.
"Good sirs, I'm only a poor scholar. This bundle and horse are everything I own. You can have them both-please spare my life!"
Chen Lin dismounted and, looking terrified, took down his bundle and offered it to the bandit leader.
"Hahahaha! Who said we wanted your money? We're after your body!"
The bandit leader roared with laughter.
But halfway through his laugh, Chen Lin suddenly lunged forward. A flash of sword light sliced across his throat, turning his laughter into a wet gurgle as he toppled.
Then Chen Lin swung the short sword in his hand several times in succession. The other four bandits fell as well, clutching their throats.
"It's been so long since