This place was called Centipede Mountain.
It earned its name because of its rugged terrain, which resembled a centipede.
Moreover, the terrain here was complicated, with dense forests covering the mountains and many bandits entrenched within them.
At this moment.
A band of several hundred bandits was attacking a caravan.
The caravan also numbered several hundred people and had dozens of horse-drawn carriages.
The two sides were locked in battle, with quite a few Qi Refining Cultivators fighting among them.
The bandits clearly held the upper hand, while the caravan included many women, elderly people, and children.
Shouts of battle mingled with cries and wails.
"Third Uncle, save me!"
"Brothers, hurry and protect the master as we break out!"
"Forget the goods! Staying alive is what matters!"
More than a dozen Qi Refining Cultivators joined forces to protect a wealthy merchant dressed in silk.
Beside the merchant stood a beautiful concubine.
"These damned bandits! This shipment of mine is worth a fortune—we can't lose it."
"What am I paying you for? Get up there and kill these bandits!"
Dozens of bandits surrounded them. Their leader was a one-eyed man with an eagle covered in azure feathers perched on his shoulder.
"Hahaha! Brothers, we've run into a fat sheep this time!"
Just as the two sides fought fiercely.
A man riding a White Horse leisurely entered the fray.
He wore a conical hat on his head, carried a treasured sword at his waist, and held a wine gourd in his hand.
More than a dozen bandits, their eyes red with slaughter, charged straight at him.
"Someone actually came here to die?"
"That horse is pretty good. Don't hurt it."
"Kid, today's your unlucky day. Die!"
Whoosh!
A flash of snow-bright sword light vanished in an instant.
The dozen or so bandits