Above the village walls, the battle raged fiercely. Though the First-Class Guards had already climbed the walls and seized the advantage, Second Head Bandit Chen He was, after all, a Bone Tempering Realm expert. Even with an injured arm and a shaken mind, his desperate counterattack at death's door could not be underestimated.
He resembled a mad tiger. Wielding a broadsword snatched from who knew where, he made it impenetrable as splashing water. The howling blade wind carried the immense force of the Bone Tempering Realm, temporarily keeping the three First-Class Guards surrounding him from getting close. Instead, they found themselves in peril, and one of them already had a bloody gash on his shoulder deep enough to expose bone.
"Move aside! I'll deal with him!"
A thunderclap-like roar erupted, like a tiger bursting from its cage, making the eardrums of those fighting nearby buzz. Qin Shi had already thoroughly cleared out the stubborn enemies near the village gate and now charged up the wall in great strides.
His bristling beard flared, his tiger eyes widened, and his blood and qi boiled around him like a furnace, radiating a fierce and overbearing aura!
Hearing him, the three First-Class Guards who had been struggling to hold on felt as though they had been granted amnesty. They immediately feinted, withdrew in haste, and opened enough space for Qin Shi.
Chen He leaned on his blade, panting violently. Blood dripped continuously down his arm, staining the planks beneath his feet red. Watching Qin Shi draw closer step by step, his momentum steadily rising, a trace of despair flashed through his eyes—but even more than that, there was the madness of a man driven into a corner.
He rasped, "Qin Shi! Must you truly kill every last one of us?! Qingfeng Village has already