Upon seeing this, the caravan's guards felt a little more at ease.
Judging by the figure and the sounds of struggling, it had to be their young master.
Hidden in the woods, Yang Jing's gaze was sharp as a blade, sweeping over the Flying Horse Thieves before him.
The burly, bearded man in the lead had an aura as profound as an abyss. His every move exuded a ferocious energy, and his cultivation was likely at the Peak of Dark Energy.
Beside him stood a one-eyed man with a short dagger at his waist and a sinister gaze. Although the fluctuations of his Inner Strength weren't as tyrannical as the bearded man's, he had also firmly entered the Dark Energy Realm.
In addition, several of the other bandits were Mingjin Martial Artists, while the rest were just ordinary thugs who hadn't even cultivated Inner Strength.
This level of strength was enough to make most merchant caravans in Yuhe County scatter in fear, but it wasn't enough to make Yang Jing retreat.
