Drilling Mountain Leopard was terrified. This kid was far too fierce—he had killed three of his top generals in one breath, and now he had come straight for him.
Without time to think, he swung his long-handled battle axe and charged to meet him.
Just as the spear and axe were about to collide, Yan Shuangfei's spear suddenly trembled. Its tip curved in a bizarre arc beneath the axe, then jerked upward and slammed fiercely against the axe handle.
Clang!
Drilling Mountain Leopard's arms went numb, and the web between his thumb and forefinger split open. The long axe in his grip flew from his hands.
This sudden turn of events scared the soul out of him. In a fight, with his weapon gone, how was he supposed to keep fighting?
Wasn't he simply waiting to be slaughtered?
Drilling Mountain Leopard had plenty of combat experience. In his desperation, he reached for Murong Feiyan, whose limbs were bound and whose mouth was gagged as she lay draped across the horse's back like cargo, intending to use her as a shield against the spear.
But how could Yan Shuangfei let him have his way? Just as his hand was about to seize Murong Feiyan, a piercing pain shot through his arm. The next instant, Yan Shuangfei severed his hand alive and clean.
Aah—
Drilling Mountain Leopard let out a miserable scream. His body swayed, then he tumbled from the horse. Amid the chaos, the horse trampled him twice, drawing another scream from him.
Yan Shuangfei leaped onto the horse, pulled Murong Feiyan into his arms, then flicked his spear with his right hand. Drilling Mountain Leopard, who had just rolled twice and was trying to get up, was pierced straight through the heart.
"Bad news! The Second Boss is dead! Run!"