Hearing this, Lin Song immediately deflated.

Although their Wu Mountain Sect had many experts, the sect's business route was different from the Green Forest Mountain Strongholds. They could not gather so many people. As such, it was not advisable for them to find trouble with such a powerful force such as those in the Green Forest.

Lin Song's mind raced. He wanted to continue pulling strings when he suddenly thought of something. He immediately shouted out,

"Alright, you're not afraid of my Wu Mountain Sect, but are you also not afraid of the Perfected Master Windwalker from Ning Tian? Who cares about your tens of thousands of people? If he summons the Divine Wind, he can directly destroy your entire stronghold! My Wu Mountain Sect is old friends with Perfected Master Windwalker. If you provoke me, then good luck to you!"

Shi Dong's face froze at the naked threat.

The Lu River was next to Jiangchun, and merchants came and went frequently. The deeds of Ling Fengzi from Ning Tian Prefecture had long spread.

The bandits of Tiger Head Mountain would also go down the mountain to walk around. They had heard of these deeds, but they did not know if it was true. However, many passers-by said it with certainty, and the people on the other side of Lu River more or less believed it.

If this Wu Mountain Sect could really summon that "Heavenly Lord Protector of the Thunder Division" Perfected Master Windwalker, that would be bad

Shi Dong quickly shook his head and threw this fear out of his mind. He shouted to suppress his fear,

"Don't scare me, I'm not afraid! No matter what, I have to keep this treasure today. If you still don't know what's good for you, I'll kill you or bury you!"

Seeing this, Lin Song knew that it would be difficult to resolve this peacefully.

The best choice was naturally to leave behind his belongings and report back to his sect. At most, he would be punished. As long as there was life, there was hope.

However, Lin Song was young and impetuous, and he was unwilling to give in just like that. He rolled his eyes in thought for a while before suddenly rushing forward, the long sword in his hand suddenly stabbing out to attack Shi Dong.

He was quite confident in his skills. He planned to capture the leader first and capture the leader to force him to retreat.

Shi Dong did not expect this person to suddenly attack. Caught off guard, he quickly blocked.

However, after losing the initiative, fighting with an axe against a sword seemed clumsy. Shi Dong was restrained everywhere and could not unleash even 70% of his abilities.

On the other hand, Lin Song's martial arts were stronger than his to begin with. His Internal Energy was long and his strength was at the stage of Connected Like Threads. Under this situation, his attacks were even more aggressive.

The surrounding bandits wanted to step forward to help, but the few who were close were quickly cut down by the flashing sword lights. This made the others stop in fear and hesitate.

Axe shadows and sword lights interweaved, and weapons clanged against each other. The two of them exchanged a few blows in an instant.

Lin Song's movements were light and his sword techniques agile. With more than ten consecutive strikes, he forced Shi Dong to move left and right, leaving a few bloody wounds on his body.

Just as Shi Dong was in a bad situation,

A golden-backed saber suddenly appeared from the side and blocked Lin Song's long sword.

Clang!

Lin Song's expression changed. He felt a huge force coming at him and could not help but retreat. His palm trembled slightly and actually felt a little numb.

He was shocked and turned his attention to the source.

A bald burly man appeared. It was the person who had just attacked him with the saber.

The bald burly man had a tiger skin draped over his shoulders, revealing his huge chest muscles and his domineering aura.

This person supported Shi Dong with one hand and held the Golden Ringed Saber with the other. His expression was cold as he spoke in a deep voice,

"You injured my brothers in the stronghold. Today, I can only invite you to the mountain as a guest and ask Wu Mountain Sect to send someone to redeem you!"

Lin Song's heart sank.

The person's martial arts far exceeded Shi Dong's. Even if they fought normally, he might not be able to win. This person was probably a famous expert in the Green Forest.

Lin Song gripped his sword tightly and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

The bald man shook his saber, and the iron rings on it rattled.

"Second in command of Tiger Head Mountain, Golden Blade Hong Dingxian!"