Yang Zhengshan swept a glance over Scarface Liu lying on the ground, withdrew his long spear, and boldly met the mountain bandits charging toward him.
The foundation of the Yang Family Spear Technique lay in the legs. The body followed the legs, the arms followed the body, the wrists followed the arms, all merging as one so that the entire body formed a single force.
Its advance was sharp, its retreat swift; its momentum perilous, its rhythm short. Still as a mountain when unmoving, thunderous when it moved.
With Yang Zhengshan's terrifying strength behind the Yang Family Spear Technique, its edge was fully revealed, unstoppable as splitting bamboo. In no more than a few breaths, over a dozen mountain bandits had fallen to the ground, howling in agony.
At that moment, no one outside the gate dared rush inside. The remaining bandits scattered in all directions like startled birds.
Scarface Liu's fate was unknown, while over a dozen fierce bandits had been slaughtered. Faced with such a formidable Yang Zhengshan, how could those bullies who feared the strong and preyed on the weak dare remain?
"Jiang He, finish them off!"
After tossing out those words, Yang Zhengshan gripped his long spear and charged out.
If he did not press the advantage now, then when would he?
Evil had to be eradicated root and branch. With killing intent already roused, Yang Zhengshan naturally would not stop now.
Inside the courtyard, Jiang He and the other young men were all frozen stiff.
"Too strong!"
"Terrifying!"
"Uncle Zhengshan killed the bandit chief!"
The group had been stunned by the martial prowess Yang Zhengshan had displayed. One after another, they muttered under their breaths in shock.
Even Jiang Cheng, who had lived more than half his life, was so stunned he could barely breathe.