The bandits of Tiger Roar Camp all looked terrified. Their chief, Tiger Roar Camp's strongest fighter, had been defeated by a single punch and reduced to such a miserable state.
Did they still have the ability to fight this force of government troops?
"Sir, ancestor, please spare me."
Sheng Huai'an raised his foot and stomped down again, crushing Wei Hu's other leg.
"Ah..."
Wei Hu howled miserably. Clearly, begging for mercy was useless. Sheng Huai'an had no intention of sparing him.
"You damned little bastard! You dare lay hands on me? You're dead for sure!" Wei Hu cursed angrily, with only his left hand still intact.
"If you dare kill me, you definitely won't live either! Hahaha! You little beast, kill me, and you'll be buried with me!"
Sheng Huai'an lifted his foot and stomped down again, pulverizing his left hand.
"Ah..."
The miserable screams reached the bandits' ears, making them tremble uncontrollably in fear.
"The great figure behind me won't let you off. You'll be buried with me!" Wei Hu laughed wretchedly, looking utterly deranged.
Sheng Huai'an could not even be bothered to ask about the so-called great figure behind him. One stomp crushed Wei Hu's skull.
"Kill them. Leave none alive!" Sheng Huai'an ordered coldly and mercilessly.
At the same time, he struck out, slaughtering all the stronger bandits. The Third Chief, the Second Chief, and the rest failed to escape Sheng Hu'an's blade, all dying beneath it.
Very quickly, Sheng Huai'an had killed everyone in the bandit camp above the Martial Artist realm.
"Run!"
"Run for your lives!"
"The chief is dead, the Second Chief is dead too, and the Third Chief is dead as well..."
"Mom, I want to go home."
With Wei Hu and the other chiefs dead, the ordinary bandits completely lost the will