As the bandits turned to flee, Lin Yun took his third step.
This step still seemed casual, but it still covered a distance of several meters and caused ten people to fall.
The fourth step.
The fifth step.
When Lin Yun took his sixth step, only the bandit leader with the beheading knife was left on the mountain path in front of him, still desperately running away. Apart from him, there was no one else.
Behind him, the corpses of dozens of bandits were scattered on the stone steps, covering the stone steps along the way.
Fresh blood flowed down the stone steps, dyeing the entire mountain path bright red, as if a bright red coat had been spread over it.
The bandit leader looked back in the process of fleeing and was immediately frightened by the scene he saw. He quickly threw away the beheading knife in his hand and ran towards the stronghold halfway up the mountain while shouting, "Master!"
Lin Yun followed the bandit leader all the way, but deliberately did not catch up. He just casually walked up the mountain, always maintaining a certain distance from the bandit leader.
Lin Yun was afraid that if he directly rushed into the stronghold, he would appear too strong in the battle with the bandits and scare away the so-called master. At that time, it would be troublesome to find him.
And now, it just so happened that this bandit leader could lead the way to help find the master, which saved Lin Yun a lot of trouble. Therefore, Lin Yun was not in a hurry to kill him.
…
At this moment, in the stronghold halfway up the mountain.
Hundreds of burly bandits were resting in the bluestone square in the center of the stronghold.
A middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears, a bloated body, and a face full of pockmarks was lazily sitting on a wooden chair in the center of the square, holding a brown porcelain bowl and gulping down the strong liquor in the bowl.
Although this pockmarked middle-aged man looked ugly, his aura was very strong. He had already reached the realm of a fifth level Martial Warrior, which was the highest in the entire stronghold.
There was no doubt that this pockmarked middle-aged man was the master of this stronghold.
Behind the pockmarked middle-aged man stood several fierce-looking bandits and a middle-aged woman. Every one of them had the cultivation of a Martial Warrior.
The two-meter-tall bald man standing in the middle had even reached the realm of a Level Four Warrior, only one level lower than the pockmarked middle-aged man. He was obviously the second-in-command of this stronghold.
"Those fellows who barged into the stronghold just now, have you dealt with them?" The pockmarked middle-aged man drank a mouthful of wine and casually asked.
"Master, I've already sent a few dozen brothers down the mountain. They must have taken care of the intruders by now. "A bandit with a scarf wrapped around his head cupped his fist and replied.
The pockmarked middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction. Then, he suddenly thought of something and said, "Oh yes, didn't you say that someone kidnapped a girl on the way? Quickly put it on for me to see. "
After the pockmarked middle-aged man finished speaking, a lanky bandit carrying a young girl walked in front of the pockmarked middle-aged man.
"Chieftain, this is what I robbed along the way. Take a look and see if you're satisfied." The lanky bandit put down the girl on his shoulder and had her kneel in front of the pockmarked middle-aged man.
The girl was about ten years old and had a very delicate appearance. If she was given a few more years, she would definitely grow into a stunning beauty.
However, at this moment, because of extreme panic and fear, she looked very haggard.
The pockmarked middle-aged man looked at the girl as if he was sizing up a commodity. Then, he nodded with satisfaction and stuck out his wet tongue to lick the corner of his mouth. "Hmm, not bad. Take her down and clean her up, then send her to my room. "
"Yes." The middle-aged woman behind the pockmarked middle-aged man nodded and then walked in front of the girl.
"Sob sob, no … please don't do this …" The girl was so scared that her face turned pale. Her petite body kept trembling, and her eyes were filled with fear and uneasiness.
The middle-aged woman reached out and grabbed the girl's hair, twisting her head violently. "Little girl, it's your honor to be visited by our chieftain."
In the hands of the middle-aged woman, the girl was like a mouse caught by a cat. She had no strength to resist and could only helplessly beg in despair.
At this moment, a man's voice came from outside the stronghold.
"Chieftain … save me …"
The man's voice was getting closer and louder. Soon, it covered the girl's cries.
When all the bandits could hear the man's voice clearly, an unexpected scene happened.
Bang!
Accompanied by a loud sound, the wooden fence surrounding the bluestone plaza was instantly broken. A blurry figure flew in along with the broken pieces of wood and fell heavily on the bluestone plaza.
All the bandits turned their heads and looked at the person who landed on the ground.
The moment he saw this person, the bandit with the scarf wrapped around his head suddenly narrowed his eyes. This was because this person was none other than the leader of the group of bandits that he had sent down the mountain.
"Chieftain … Chieftain, there … there's a strong enemy …" The bandit leader spat out these words with difficulty and then directly breathed his last.
Then, the figure of a black-clothed youth appeared at the gap in the broken wooden fence.
Sunlight shone in through the gap, casting a long shadow on him.
From the girl's point of view, the youth's back was against the light, which was very dazzling. It was as if his body was emitting a thousand rays of light.
"Who is it?!"
All the bandits' eyes shifted to the youth who had suddenly appeared.
The middle-aged woman who was grabbing the girl's hair also froze at this moment, then turned her head to look at the youth.
This youth was wearing a pitch-black cloak and holding a skull sword in his hand. He had a head of elegant black hair and a pair of eyes as black as ink.
Without a doubt, this youth was Lin Yun.
Under the astonished gazes of all the bandits, Lin Yun walked into the bluestone plaza with an expressionless face.
All the bandits immediately raised their vigilance.
"Stop!"
"Don't move!"
Two bandits shouted and planned to step forward to stop Lin Yun. However, after just a glance from Lin Yun's glowing red eyes, they fell powerlessly to the ground.
All the bandits present were dumbstruck when they saw this scene.
Just a glance was enough to make two people fall in an instant. How did he do this?
"Stop him!" The bandit with the scarf wrapped around his head ordered. Immediately, several bandits pulled out the weapons at their waists and rushed toward Lin Yun.
Lin Yun took a step forward. His ethereal figure carried a sharp sword light, flashed in between them in an instant, and appeared behind them in the blink of an eye.
All the bandits who rushed toward Lin Yun fell to the ground one after another.
And Lin Yun approached the pockmarked middle-aged man with an imposing manner. Wherever he passed, there was a raging wind. His powerful aura deterred all the bandits present.
Lin Yun came in front of the pockmarked middle-aged man and stepped on the head of the bandit leader. He looked at the pockmarked middle-aged man with a deep and cold gaze and asked with an imposing manner, "Are you the master?"
At that moment, it was as if the figure of this youth was the only thing left in the girl's eyes. And in her helpless and desperate eyes, a ray of hope was ignited …
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