The sneer at the corner of his mouth instantly froze.
The katana master guarding him at his side, also greatly shocked, pushed Tao Qingxian in another direction without thinking, "The bandits are fierce, my lord, hurry! Go to our province and request the Sword Saint Tsukahara and Shangquan Sword Saint to come and deal with this fiend!"
After speaking, he pressed his hand on his katana, turned, and leaped down the hill. His feet, clad in wooden geta, stepped on the trunk of a large tree and used it to jump into the dense canopy, disappearing from sight...
The moment he moved, several figures lurking nearby followed his lead, rushing into the dense foliage.
Tao Qingxian's face darkened momentarily before settling on a cruel and fierce expression. He drew his katana and directed the many generals beside him, "Form a formation, set up the cannons! If Gangping cannot prevail, I will level this forest!"
