"Say it again!"
At this moment, the black-clothed youth beside Wang Feng heard Ding Fan's words and was the first to rudely question him. His expression was fierce, seemingly prepared to start a fight at any time.
Ding Fan saw the black-clothed youth's display, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, but he said nothing, for the bandits on the mountain were already charging down.
Swish, swish, swish...
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed, and dozens of bandits suddenly rushed down the mountain, all holding weapons and roaring towards Ding Fan's group with great ferocity.
Wang Feng and the others saw this scene and couldn't help but panic. Nearly a hundred bandits were rushing in, the middle-aged man leading the charge was even a Spirit Severing Cultivator, and there were five or six other Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators nearby. Such a formation was naturally not something the two of them could handle, and now they finally understood Ding Fan's previous words.
