Sparks flew in the air.
Two swords clashed against each other in mid-air, away from most of the other fights.
Wen Cheng looked at a middle-aged man of similar height to him, wearing a brown robe. The man had streaks of silver hair on his head that made him stand out quite a lot amidst the other bandits.
Wen Cheng didn't know the man, but he was familiar with the title. He was one of the most ruthless bandits in the east.
The Silver Bandit.
Despite his streaks of silver hair, he didn't have any natural gray hairs at all, as he was still a youth in terms of a cultivator's age. The silver hairs were something he apparently dyed on himself.
Every time he killed someone, he would dye a small patch of his hair. Judging by the amount of silver hair on his head, he had killed hundreds.
Wen Cheng could feel the True King realm cultivation base of the enemy, the same cultivation base as him.
