Huang Yifu's face was deathly pale. Just now, Yang Zhengshan had only casually flicked his spear, yet it had broken several of his ribs. Now his waist and abdomen hurt terribly, as if they were a funnel draining all the strength from his body.
"General Yang, please, on account of the Star Moon Sect, spare me!"
What else could Huang Yifu say? At this moment, the only thing he could do was beg for mercy, and the only thing he had to rely on was the Star Moon Sect.
"Spare you!"
Yang Zhengshan gave a cold laugh.
Whether he could be spared did not depend on the face of the Star Moon Sect, but on what these people had done.
In his eyes, the Star Moon Sect had no face to speak of.
He didn't say more, instead sitting down on the chair in a broad, unrestrained manner.
The chair was very wide, padded with a layer of sheepskin, and very comfortable to sit in.
He reached out and took the wine jar beside him, sniffed the wine inside, then set it down in distaste.
It seemed the lives of these mountain bandits were rather lousy too!
The wine was probably fairly cheap.
Drinking from big bowls and eating meat in big mouthfuls sounded carefree, but in truth, one only had to think about it to understand. In this mountain forest, how carefree could life possibly be?
What normal person would run into the mountains to become a mountain bandit?
Only those who had committed crimes, those who could no longer get by, would go up the mountain and become mountain bandits.
Yang Zhengshan did not speak, and no one in the hall dared speak either. For a time, the hall was deathly silent, while outside the hall, the sounds