「Yunshan, Flying Horse Bandit Stronghold.」
Yang Jing's eyes sharpened. Dark Energy erupted from beneath his feet as he executed his Surging Wave Legs to their absolute limit.
Even with Liu Maolin on his back, his movements were as swift as lightning. Like a black thunderbolt, he charged toward the weakest point of the bandits' encirclement—the northwest corner.
"Stop him!"
Seeing this, a Flying Horse Thief at the Mingjin Realm in the northwest corner broke into a savage grin.
The man was burly with thick, powerful arms, clearly an expert in Body Refinement. He was even somewhat well-known among the Flying Horse Thieves.
He sneered as he moved to intercept, his sandbag-sized fist whistling through the air as it shot straight for Yang Jing's face. "You reckless fool! How dare you barge into our stronghold to save someone? You're looking for death!"
Yang Jing's eyes were ice-cold. Instead of retreating, he advanced.
