Top-Class Comprehension: Start with Basic Fist Techniques

If Zhuang Shisan truly died, he would probably have to consider resigning from his position as an official. Otherwise, when the Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert incited a rebellion under the influence of the White Lotus Sect, he would be doomed.

Lu Changsheng rode a fast horse out of the city and galloped north along the official road. After approximately an hour, he came to a stop.

The whereabouts of the Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert were not a secret, and he didn’t need a map to find them. Since the Thirteen Riders had blocked the official road, all he had to do was follow it, and they would naturally intercept him.

Sure enough, Lu Changsheng saw a group of bandits ahead, brandishing large knives with menacing expressions.

"It’s not a merchant caravan, just an individual? It seems to be someone from the martial world again. Could it be another attempt to assassinate the thirteen leaders?"

"Most likely. That dog official in Nanyang City has been posting ’Righteous Heroes Lists,’ and many martial artists have come to assassinate the thirteen leaders one after another, hoping to gain fame. But they were all killed by the leaders."

"This kid is alone, yet he comes so confidently. He’s practically seeking death! Catch him and offer him to the leaders!"

Lu Changsheng gazed at the bandits calmly, as though he were looking at a group of dead men. These bandits were all subordinates of the Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert. The few villages that were slaughtered in Nanyang Prefecture were actually attacked by these bandits, and none of them were innocent.

Lu Changsheng didn’t feel like wasting words. His thoughts were not clear, and his mind was turbulent, the perfect moment to take a life.

Since these bandits were willingly approaching their own demise, Lu Changsheng had no intention of showing mercy. Facing dozens of bandits, he leaped down from the horse, landing right in their midst.

"Silk Thread Sword, strike!"

His blood and qi burst forth within his body. In an instant, the blood and qi transformed into silk threads, and these threads became like swords.