In the distance, over a hundred riders were charging forward. Leading them was a man in his thirties with a beard, dressed in a white robe. His eyes were like stars, and he stood eight feet tall, riding a tall horse, holding a long spear, dashing forward with remarkable presence!
"Wind tight, pull away!"
The bandit leader, seeing the newcomer, changed his expression dramatically, shouted a command, and was the first to turn and leap off the official road, fleeing towards the boundless snow ridge on both sides.
The other bandits, seeing this, dared not linger, turned and fled.
The white-robed man gave a light shout, lightly tapped the horse's belly with his feet, speeding up both man and horse, reaching in the blink of an eye!
Bang!
A bandit had just leapt off a carriage, only to be met head-on by the white-robed man's full gallop!
The bandit's entire body flew several yards away, his bones shattered, and even in midair, blood was spewing from his mouth.
