Figures thronged in the firelight.
The bandits lunged at Jing Yu, wielding all manner of weapons.
Some of them wore leather armor.
Others wore thick leather coats, with longbows slung on their backs.
Who knew where they had gotten all this equipment?
He had barely run any distance before arrows came pouring toward him like water.
Jing Yu swept up a gust of sword wind in front of him, blocking the arrows.
These bandits were mediocre martial artists, but there were simply too many of them.
No sooner had one group fallen than another surrounded him.
Jing Yu ran with his sword in hand, hollering.
He was not simply running-he was running circles around the camp.
A cultivator of the Yi Tribes hid among the crowd, intending to ambush Jing Yu.
Yet the instant he charged forward, Jing Yu flipped him over with a stroke of his sword.
"Don't you know I'm the genius student Huailu Academy only sees once in a hundred years? You think you can take me? Go train for another hundred years."
Jing Yu fought methodically, avoiding wasting strength on those small fry as much as possible.
Instead, he focused on dealing with the few cultivators of the Yi Tribes.
Soon, three cultivators of the Yi Tribes had died beneath his sword.
Jing Yu took a great leap, vaulting over the crowd.
Once again, he headed straight for the cultivators of the Yi Tribes behind them.
"Your daddy's here!!"
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The central command tent.
Commander Ye Hao listened to the commotion outside, seemingly uninterested.
He glanced at the envoy of the Yi Tribes, then prepared to slip out without a sound.
How could standing here compare to the comfort of resting his head on a woman's thighs?
His back had just touched the tent flap