The moment Li Qianxiong was pinned dead to the tree, it was as though someone had pressed pause on the entire forest battlefield. A deathly silence fell.
Whether they were bandits locked in combat or blood-soaked River Gang experts, everyone instinctively turned toward the bloodstained tree.
Though each had an opponent to contend with, none had been able to resist keeping an eye on the battle between Yang Jing and Li Qianxiong.
The outcome of their fight was the key to the entire battle.
Yet when Li Qianxiong truly was nailed dead by a single spear thrust, his corpse hanging from the trunk amid the heavy stench of blood and silently proclaiming the Flying Horse Bandits' downfall, everyone was still struck speechless by the sudden ending.
The chief of the Flying Horse Bandits, who had run rampant through Yuhe County and given even the authorities headaches, whose palm strikes could split mountains and shatter stone, a top expert at peak hidden strength-had he just... died?
Many stared blankly at the corpse slowly stiffening against the trunk, their eyes filled with disbelief.
The deathly silence lasted only a moment before the Flying Horse Bandits' collapse shattered it completely.
"The chief is dead!"
Someone let out a despairing cry, instantly igniting the fear in every bandit's heart.
Their will to resist vanished like the air from a punctured balloon.
Some bandits dropped to their knees with a thud, threw away their weapons, and repeatedly knocked their heads against the ground, begging, "Spare us! Please spare us!"
Others turned and ran, not even bothering to retrieve their sabers and axes as they plunged desperately into the depths of the forest, wanting only to get farther from this hellish battlefield.
The formation that had been stubbornly holding out fell apart completely, leaving nothing but