Blood and flames stained Black Wind Stronghold, and broken weapons of every kind littered the ground.
Meng Qingshan stood beside Xiong Batian's corpse, slowly regulating his breathing.
He had not come through this battle unscathed.
After taking the drug, Xiong Batian's strength had increased enormously, and his strength attribute had surpassed Meng Qingshan's physique attribute.
Thus, even with the effects of the Jun Yu Iron Body, he had suffered some external injuries.
But those minor injuries did not prevent him from continuing to kill.
As he looked at the Black Wind Stronghold bandits prostrating themselves on the ground, Meng Qingshan's eyes were as cold as ice. Everyone his gaze touched felt as though they had plunged into an ice cellar, their hair standing on end as they shook like chaff in a sieve.
One of the Black Wind Stronghold bandits noticed the killing intent in Meng Qingshan's eyes. He immediately came forward and dropped to his knees, pleading in a trembling voice, "My lord, we were originally decent folk from around here too. We only became bandits because we had no way to make a living and nowhere else to turn. Now we're willing to mend our ways and start anew. Please show mercy and leave us a way to live."
With this man taking the lead, the Black Wind Stronghold bandits all bowed and pleaded with Meng Qingshan.
Meng Qingshan gave a contemptuous smile. He knew their true nature well.
These bandits might look weak and pitiful now, but that was only because Meng Qingshan's strength gave him an overwhelming advantage over them.
Had it been an ordinary passerby whose belongings they had plundered, would they have shown great mercy and spared that person's life, even if the passerby begged desperately?
The answer was certain: all these years, Black