His voice trembled as he spoke:
"It's… Soul-breaking Saber Wu San!!"
"What?!"
Hearing the name, Escort Cao shuddered, and the color instantly drained from his face!
"We're finished!"
"The notorious bandit Wu San? The one who's killed over a hundred people and whose cultivation has reached the Refining Organ Realm?!"
"Gods! What is he doing here?!"
Fear washed over the entire caravan once more like a tidal wave.
The black-clothed guard dared not show the slightest disrespect. He hurried forward and stopped about ten zhang away from the man. He forced a smile uglier than a grimace—one filled with fawning and fear—and bowed deeply.
"So it's Third Master Wu himself! I am a fool who was blind to your greatness. I've deeply offended you, and I beg for your forgiveness, Third Master!"
"Well said, well said."
The cloaked man known as Wu San slowly raised his head, revealing a ferocious face covered in scars, like that of a demon.
