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Just as they were hesitating, Zhao Yun's figure dashed out of the smoke and dust, turning into a ray of light and charging up the mountain path.
Before the bandits that were responsible for pushing the rocks could react, Zhao Yun had already rushed in front of them. The long spear in his hand quickly thrust forward, like a burst of silver light, and continuously let out whistling sounds.
Over the past three years of practice, coupled with Zhao Yun's talent, Zhao Yun's mastery of the Spear Arts had reached a level that was difficult for ordinary people to reach. Although he only used the thrust technique from the basic Spear Arts, Zhao Yun relied on his own strength to make this move seem like a dream!
Several bandits who were in charge of pushing the rocks did not even have the strength to resist as they directly fell limply to the ground. There was blood continuously flowing out from a hole as thick as a wrist in their throat.
After taking care of these bandits, Zhao Yun did not hesitate and directly rushed towards the Mount Feng Loong Stronghold. As for the archers on both sides of the mountain road, Zhao Yun did not waste any time to deal with them.
After all, without the threat of Rolling Stone, a mere dozen or so extremely weak hunting bows could not pose any threat to him at all.
By the time Zhao Yun rushed to the Mount Feng Loong Stronghold, the stronghold had already entered a state of martial law. Behind the stronghold walls on both sides of the gate, shining knives and spears could be seen.
A brawny bald man with a fierce-looking face was standing behind the wall with an exaggerated ghost blade. He was wearing a fine leather armor and looked at Zhao Yun who was slowly walking towards the village with a serious expression.
"Zhao Ziloong?" When Zhao Yun reached a place not far from the entrance of the stronghold, the baldy behind the wall finally opened his mouth with a serious face.
Zhao Yun had become famous recently, and he led troops to destroy a few nearby mountain strongholds, so he naturally knew Zhao Yun's appearance.
"Since you know that it's me, why aren't you going out of the stronghold and surrendering?" Zhao Yun glanced at the baldy. Although no one could see the expression on his face, everyone could feel the pride in his words.
He was very clear that the strongest bandit leader in the Mount Feng Loong stronghold only had Great Perfection of Internal Qi, and had relied on external forces to break through. Originally, the six bandit leaders were all in the stronghold, but he was a little afraid now that there was only one left, he naturally would not put it to heart.
Big Baldy's face darkened when he heard this, and said while looking fierce, but feeling weak within: "Zhao Ziloong, my Mount Feng Loong and yours are like water in a well, aren't you afraid my Mount Feng Loong will take revenge on you for coming here today?!"
He was very clear on how empty the Mount Feng Loong was today. All the elites from the stronghold headed towards the Zhen Ding City, but the ones guarding the stronghold were either old, weak, or women and children.
He thought that he was no match for Zhao Yun. If he didn't have the help of the other bandits, he probably wouldn't last more than ten moves under Zhao Yun.
However, he was, after all, a stronghold master, so he naturally could not do anything without fighting. Furthermore, Zhao Yun might not know the workings of the Mount Feng Loong Stronghold, so if he could use this opportunity to scare Zhao Yun away, he naturally could not continue the stalemate with Zhao Yun.
"Revenge?" Zhao Yun sneered, and then his face sank as he said coldly: "The bandits on your Mount Feng Loong are making a large scale advance in my Zhen Ding City, could it be that you are going there to take a walk?"