Shen Xiuhan dropped the corpse and whirled around.
Cries of battle shook the air around the carriage.
Geng Weizhi swung his long saber, locked in battle with Zhu Yong.
Relying on his Blood Tempering Realm cultivation, Zhu Yong attacked with broad, sweeping strokes. After only a few exchanges, Geng Weizhi's right arm hung uselessly at his side, and a saber wound marked his chest. He was on the verge of collapse!
Seven or eight ordinary bandits rushed past the two men, lunging at the carriage like starving wolves.
The two maidservants screamed and spread their arms to block their path.
Ji Xue held her younger sister Ji Yao close. Despite years of martial training at Limitless Academy, neither sister could muster a single move when danger struck. Their lovely faces drained of color as they screamed, "Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!"
Ma and Wen steeled themselves and faced the seven or eight bandits.
"Get out of the way!"
Within a few moves, the bandits had opened several bloody wounds on both men. They were about to be routed.
Shen Xiuhan was momentarily speechless.
His figure flickered, and he swept behind Zhu Yong like a phantom, his five fingers hooking around the back of the man's neck.
Zhu Yong went rigid. Turning his head and recognizing the newcomer, he roared in shock and fury:
"Fuck your mother! Where are Erniang and my third brother?!"
"They went home to wait for you."
Shen Xiuhan's left hand remained utterly still as the muscles of his right arm bulged like a coiled dragon.
His blood and qi surged into his right fist like a tide. With overwhelming force that could crush rotten wood and sweep away dead branches, it smashed toward Zhu Yong's face like a massive city-battering hammer!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
One punch, two punches,