Under the rain of spears, one bandit after another fell, and clouds of blood bloomed in the air one after another. Xiang Shaoyun was on a completely different level from these bandits, and his movements were too fast for them to follow. Running toward him was no different than running to their deaths.

In the blink of an eye, about a dozen bodies were left on the ground, and their mounts had scattered in fear. Meanwhile, the alarm had been sounded in the Redwolf Bandit stronghold. With so many people killed instantly, it was impossible for them to not panic.

On the peak within the stronghold, a group of bandits gathered. These bandits were much stronger than the ordinary bandits. The...