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The Imperial Guards looked on in terror, astonished at the sheer number of people who had circumvented their front. It was truly fierce!
It seemed they had completely blocked the road ahead, refusing to let them pass.
None of them dared to rush forward, as they sensed a strong killing intent that surpassed their own, making them hesitant to act recklessly.
Zhang Mu Liu Xian in front also had a bad premonition; these people must be from Heifeng Stronghold. The bandits must have gone back to report, which is why they traversed several mountain peaks and took a shortcut to block the road.
With the Black Wind King Lin Hu involved, it was likely that the stronghold's elite had gathered together, indicating a tough battle ahead!
Qin Feng was also surprised to see that those people were only several dozen meters away. As they got closer, he realized they were bandits and initially thought they were refugees fleeing.
Liu Xiaoxiao noticed that the horse had stopped and looked ahead, startled by the sight of so many bandits. She quickly ducked her head back down, hiding behind.
Suddenly, there was a loud sound of galloping horses from behind, accompanied by bursts of eerie laughter from the bandits, raising a huge cloud of dust!
That was right at the corner where there was a leftward path and a rightward path; they had come from the right side.
To their surprise, there were bandits chasing from behind! It seemed they had blocked both front and back roads and did not intend to let them pass!
Amidst the swirling dust, over a hundred tall horses appeared, each carrying a bandit armed with weapons, looking very fierce.
Following those tall horses were hundreds of weapon-wielding bandits who must have run over; indeed, many had come out in full force.
This caused some panic among the hundreds of mounted Imperial Guards behind; they were truly caught in a pincer attack! There were far more than the bandits they had encountered before, and they seemed much more ferocious.
The Imperial Guards in front also appeared very flustered and dared not advance any further. Each of those bandits wielded broadswords and long spears; one misstep could lead to becoming a victim under their blades.
Qin Feng felt fear creeping in; this was truly outrageous! The bandits actually dared to rob even the imperial army.
If I had known earlier, I would have brought out a thousand people to fight these bandits to the death, given the vast difference in strength!
Are these bandits still unrepentant, only knowing how to rob and pillage, even daring to attack the imperial army, or are they being forced into this?
At this moment, the Black Wind King was riding slowly on his Black Warhorse, holding a rope in his left hand and a two-meter-long silver spear in his right hand. His entire body radiated a silver light, indicating how sharp the weapon was.
His eyes showed a hint of disdain, but more so hatred, having turned red.
He shouted loudly, "Hand over the High Official who killed my son! Let me dismember him into dozens of pieces. I might consider sparing your lives, but you must leave behind all your horses and supplies of Silver, including that stunning Great Beauty for my enjoyment!"
It seemed he regarded these Soldiers as insignificant prey, only wanting to kill that High Official without any intention of slaughtering everyone else.
Having killed his only son, piercing through his throat, the sight truly pained him deeply.
Zhang Mu was in front; although he had sustained serious injuries, he still rode his Black Warhorse slowly forward.
He said, "Black Wind King! I see you are not as bad as your son. You only wish to drive us to extinction for some horses and Silver. If you submit to the court and lay down your weapons, you could gain an official position. These bandits could also become Soldiers. Why not surrender?"
The Black Wind King Lin Hu continued to ride slowly on his Black Horse towards them, holding the sharp spear in his right hand. He had already covered several dozen meters and was getting closer, looking down upon everything.
Upon hearing this, he first burst into laughter, feeling as if he were hearing a grand joke. Surrender? Wasn’t that a dream? Having killed so many people, how could he expect to be treated kindly?
He spat at him fiercely, filled with contempt and disdain. A Corrupt Official dared to negotiate with him.
"Immediately hand over that High Official who killed my son! Let me dismember him into dozens of pieces. I will count to three; if you do not hand him over by then, you will all die! The Corrupt Officials who harmed the common people have long wanted to kill you."
"If it weren't for you being part of Tokyo City's Central Imperial Guard, I would have already executed you all under my horse's hooves. These local Soldiers are nothing in my eyes!"
Zhang Mu glared fiercely at him! If he hadn't been seriously injured, he would have wanted to fight him to the death. What a Bandit, to underestimate both himself and the Imperial Guards.
With a wave of his hand, the dozen or so prepared Imperial Guards rode their Black Warhorses and charged quickly towards the Black Wind King, their Broadswords raised high.
Now Lin Hu was only a few dozen meters away from them. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of them, looking like a careless fellow who dared to come here alone.
Lin Hu continued to move forward slowly, completely ignoring the dozen Imperial Guards rushing towards him. They dared to challenge him.
The Bandits behind him also noticed and urged their horses to charge forward.
"Black Wind Boss, those Soldiers are trying to deceive us! We will be there shortly to help you deal with these dog Soldiers!"
Lin Hu waved his hand and said, "You don't need to interfere. I can take care of these pests in just a few moves. These Soldiers in front of me are nothing but ants! They are no match for me, Lin Hu; you don't need to step in."
The Bandits behind him looked somewhat displeased upon hearing this. They felt a bit out of place and could only stop there without continuing forward.
The Black Wind Boss was a very volatile person. Although he appeared calm, he would impose severe punishments on Bandits who did not listen to him.
In the blink of an eye, the dozen Imperial Guards wielding Broadswords had reached him, with the closest already in front of him.
They all wore smiles on their faces; if they lost against one person while outnumbered, they would truly have no face left to live.
The few in front swung their Broadswords at him with all their might. As long as they could take down this old man, the Bandits would be thrown into chaos, making it much easier for them to break through.
However, a spear flew swiftly towards them and knocked away the Broadswords from three of them, sending them flying!
One person still held onto his Broadsword and slashed at Lin Hu. The spear pierced through his throat in one swift motion and then withdrew.
The blood from the throat gushed out, and the trembling hand had not yet touched the throat before it instantly fell from the horse, motionless and dead.
In mid-air, a slash was made, cutting the throats of the three individuals.
In the blink of an eye, before those three could dodge, their throats were also severed, and they fell from their horses without even having time to scream.
Lin Hu held the long spear, which emitted a silvery glow, but the tip was already stained red with their blood.
Although those behind were somewhat worried, they still charged forward one by one, swinging their broadswords at this old man.
Could it be that so many people could not defeat this old-looking man? He had a long scar on his face and was clearly blind in one eye; could they not even defeat a blind man?
Lin Hu swung the silvery spear. Before the Imperial Guards could reach him, the spear had already swept through the air, tearing open one person's abdomen after another.
They cried out in agony, unable to control their bodies as blood gushed forth. One by one, they fell from their horses; some died instantly while others clutched their bellies and screamed in pain.
The speed was truly astonishing, like a shadow. In just moments, several spear shadows passed by, and those individuals suffered severe injuries one after another.
Among the more than ten Imperial Guards wielding broadswords, only three remained in such a short time. Realizing they could not defeat this old man with a long scar on his face, they turned their horses around and fled.
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