Facing so many men in black, Wenlong already sensed that things were going badly. He immediately used Shadow Step to put distance between himself and his opponents, then unleashed Goddess Scatters Flowers, striking them with unerring pebbles.
Seeing that some were still standing, he continued pelting them with precise strikes until every last one was down. He had no intention of taking their lives, only of leaving them unable to fight back.
Wenlong stepped forward, picked up a saber, and chopped off the right hands of several ringleaders and those who had attacked most viciously.
"You serve as claws for the tiger, bullying the weak. This is a warning. Next time, I'll cut off your heads." He warned them, hoping there would not be a next time.
Then he mounted his white horse and rode off without a backward glance. Having a compass made things much easier now, and he checked it from time to time to make sure he was heading in the right direction.
His next stop would be Qingzhou. Once he passed Qingzhou, the border of Great Ming would not be far away.
There were still so many bandits along the road that the endless nuisance left Wenlong utterly speechless. Bandits loved small groups most, and traveling alone made him one of their favorite targets.
Wenlong had only just ridden his white horse out of the mountain forest when another band of robbers appeared ahead.
Their leader sat astride a tall, powerful horse, spear in hand, his face heavy with savage flesh. He laughed loudly. "Boy, leave your money and horse, and I'll spare your life."
Wenlong frowned and pulled on the reins to stop. Looking coldly at the bandits, he said, "I've already given a warning. I don't want to repeat myself."
The bandit leader burst