"You're too late," Lu Ye put down his hand and turned to look at the last bandit who arrived.
The six big, bright characters above the man's head made Lu Ye dizzy and fascinated.
This must be the bandit leader of the mountain stronghold!
"Good, good, good!" The bandit leader was so angry his lungs almost burst. Looking at the ground covered with severed limbs and flesh, he was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe. In an instant, a decade of accumulation had been destroyed.
He also realized he had encountered a formidable opponent, his expression extremely stern. As he slowly drew a longsword from his waist, he said coldly, "For many years, no one has dared to cause trouble on Great Wind Mountain. Today, you will die!"
The longsword in his hand trembled as he struck a pose, gesturing towards Lu Ye with his other hand, "Come and fight!"
