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Although the black-clothed guard, the middle-aged man, thought that his senses might have been wrong, he had always felt that something was wrong. Something might have happened, so he had never let down his guard.

At the bottom of Flying Tiger Mountain, the middle-aged man stopped once more. He stood on top of a towering tree and looked at the peak of the mountain that was less than 100 meters away from him.

His spiritual will was also released.

After a dozen breaths of time, the middle-aged man withdrew his spiritual will. The pain between his eyebrows almost made him faint. His breathing was heavy and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.

However, he heaved a sigh of relief, because he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Everything was normal on the peak of the mountain.

With his spiritual will, he could sense that at the entrance of the Flying Tiger Ridge, several bandits were whispering to each other with a lewd smile on their faces.

In that palace hall, something even more unsightly had happened.

"Seems like I overthought it!" The middle-aged man sneered, "All the nearby towns have people from my Wen Yuan's house, so how could something big happen here? Even if it did happen, I would have received the news a long time ago."

However, he couldn't let go of the feeling that something was wrong. However, he didn't pay any more attention to it.

He secretly thought about the possible recent events in the Flying Tiger Mountain and the possibility that the Flying Tiger Pirates would be destroyed. He needed to quickly take away the wealth that the Flying Tiger Pirates had looted in the last two months, as well as the girls who still had a complete body.

As for the Flying Tiger Gang, it was just a chess piece.

With a sneer, the middle-aged man revealed a mocking expression as spirit energy circulated around his body.

He stomped on the top of the tree and it immediately collapsed.

As for him, he shot towards the peak of the mountain like a cannonball.

"He's here!" At the top of the Flying Tiger Ridge, beside a big tree, Lingyun pushed aside the tree branch that was in front of him. Looking at the middle-aged man that was shooting towards him, he gently smiled, but his eyes flashed with a cold killing intent.

Although a Martial King was nothing to a colossus like the Wen Yuan Mansion, it was nothing.

However, if such warriors were to be placed on the battlefield, their destructive power would not be small. If they were able to kill them here, then even if a war were to break out in the future, their own side would lose a few people.

Besides, this kind of person who would help the evildoer, what was the use of killing him!

In the eyes of Ling Yun and the rest, the middle-aged man was getting closer and closer to the summit. From the initial small black dot, he became a faintly discernible outline.

The sound of wind blew past his ears. The middle-aged man's black robe fluttered in the wind as a sense of pride rose up in his heart. Although he could not fly, he could still borrow the force of the wind to fly for a short period of time.

Once every thirty to forty meters, he would land on the treetop and then once again use the momentum to rise into the air. Finally, with just a few jumps, the Flying Tiger Ridge appeared in the distance.

"Crack crack."

Behind him, the sound of trees breaking could be heard again. The middle-aged man could finally see what was happening above the Flying Tiger Ridge. This time, he was seeing it with his naked eyes and not with his spiritual will.

Upon seeing the situation in the Flying Tiger Ridge, the middle-aged man's face changed. He wanted to turn around and run.

However, he was in the air right now and didn't put in any effort, so he had no way to borrow any strength. He could only watch as he flew up into the air.

Even if he could stop himself from rushing up, he would not be able to escape death because the cliff was right below him.

At the entrance of the mountain, he did not see those bandits under his Spiritual Sense.

All that was left was the dark red blood that flowed out from the mountain gate.

What was left was the smell of blood that drifted into his nostrils along with the wind.