These gnoll men had jackal heads and human bodies. They lived in the desert and were even more ferocious and terrifying than ordinary werewolves, often murdering people and robbing their goods.
Their appearance also interrupted the several people making love inside the carriage.
Before the guard could come to the carriage and report, Zhao Fu had already sensed this band of gnoll men. He also understood that this merchant caravan might not be able to defeat them; the enemy outnumbered them and was not weak, while the caravan had all kinds of goods to protect and far too much to worry about.
"Young Master! Is something dangerous happening outside?" Hu Shan asked breathlessly, her face flushed as she lay in Zhao Fu's arms.
Zhao Fu gave a soft acknowledgment, got dressed, and stepped outside.
At this moment, both sides were about to begin fighting. The caravan had already formed a defensive formation, while the gnoll men clutched their weapons and charged over with savage force.
The caravan members all looked grave. Facing more than three thousand gnoll men, they knew it would be dangerous, and quite a few of them might die.
Clang!
A sword cry suddenly rang out. A sharp streak of sword light flashed past, and every charging gnoll man was cleaved in two, collapsing to the ground. Blood dyed the earth red, creating a rather bloody scene.
Countless caravan guards were startled and turned to look behind them. It was that man who had been violating their Madam all this time, standing in the sky and seemingly swinging his sword casually.
"So strong!"
They had originally thought he was merely a pretty boy, never expecting him to be so powerful. They could not help but fall into shock. Judging from Zhao Fu's cultivation, he was at least