The sound of hoofbeats around suddenly scattered, then gradually became orderly.
The old man's body tightened, and through the traces of his clothes, one could feel his spine like an old wooden bow, being tightly stretched by an invisible pressure.
The firelight flickered, and he opened his eyes. From his angle, he could see that more than thirty elite horse thieves had already driven their horses to form a formation, creating a uniform wedge, with Yu Guoxing as the spearhead, raising his famous sword, the Double-Headed Flood Dragon, and shouting:
"We are horse thieves!"
"Men on horseback, killing, plundering, venting!"
"Our lives and dignity have long been trampled under this wasteland, the last big catch has come, kill or be killed, lie down or stand up, let's bet on it!"
With a sudden forward point of his double-edged sword, he then burst into laughter and charged out.
