Wei Wenxi traversed half of Tianqi, but never dared to confront the three major forces of the Jianghu. It was ironic to encounter them in this godforsaken place.
Dongfang Xu's sharp eyes looked dangerously at the person before him. Since this person had guessed his identity, he could not be allowed to live.
Wei Wenxi tightened his grip on the large knife in his hand and clashed with Dongfang Xu once again. In an instant, sparks flew, and the strong wind stirred up countless fallen leaves.
After more than a dozen rounds, Wei Wenxi gradually couldn't hold on. A moment of negligence allowed Dongfang Xu to seize the opportunity and slit his throat in an instant.
The remaining bandits were terrified. Their leader was killed, and they had no heart left to fight. They all fled in different directions.
Leng Er squinted slightly. With a gesture, the brothers chased after them. Escaping from his grasp was a dream they wouldn't realize.
